foolish

There is so much in this world I have yet to understand. There's always more. I am s afraid to let go and accept whatever will happen next. It's a total killjoy. That moment may never re-occur and I'm too busy thinking about what will happen if I let it. Then when I realize I'm not even getting the feeling, I question why, then a million bubbles float. Then, while I'm too occupied to enjoy the moment, I realize that it is lost. Not even alcohol is strong enough to let me lose my inhibitions, nothing ever is. I worry too much, but this fact does not comfort me.

How does this shape me?