I don't mean from anxiety
I mean your chest going up and down. Air is passing in and out of your lungs. But you still feel starved for oxygen.
Your brain swims and swirls from hypoxia.
Arms are numb your hands and fingers are feeling a million pin pricks. Sitting, shoulders hunched forward.
Trying to think by the numbers.
1. In through your nose. 2. Purse your lips. 3. Breathe out through your mouth. Can't keep track.
Steroid rage, raving hunger, hyperkinetic
My body writing checks my lungs cannot cash.
Just the basics. We'll get through it.
I won't drown in my own fluids. But it feels like I will. Fuck it drive on! I have things to do and people to see. Stay rational.