Furious clouds gather in my knotty head roiling into fitful images dank with despairs salty moisture. I’m encased within illusionary fouled thoughts filled with the drat of regret, poised on the point of change yet always falling backwards.Air all around yet I can’t breathe, space opening around me yet I have nowhere to go. I sit still, hoping the anxiety will drain from my limbs so I might feel the depth of loneliness, so I might feel anything, feel anything other then placid gray vibration.
