and it gets to be, sometimes, that you can hardly breathe. its like someone took a rather large rock, and placed it, ever so gently on your chest.
your breath comes in spurts. what do you want? what do you want? where do you want to go? where? what? how? when? panic..panic..escape..escape...please...



it says, in large friendly letters: 'Don't Panic.'
sometimes its the only thing that maintains my sanity, or rather distinct lack thereof.
damnit, slipped again.