To look at me, you never know what is happening inside.  Inside my castled enclaves.

This sensation of hearing two heartbeats in my chest, like someone else also lives within me.

Feet insatiably tingling a steady stream of electromagnetic fields.

Breathe!!!  Breathe suddenly usurped and I have to throw my head back for more air!

Straight spinal tap lightening charge shooting at regular intervals up my spine.

My minds denies it. My internal city is collapsing!  Bombed.  Walls hitting against my valve causing heart pings. 

A warm purple blanket goes through every particle in my body, like love and comfort.

I’m dying!!!  It isn’t real!  I’m going to die.  I’m insane.  It isn’t real?  Where is this coming from?!!  Who has captured me with this blissful torment?!  

Complicated internal things subjugated by my limited thinking.  

Catch your breath.  Embrace the purple.

I can’t say what I think it is! But I will tell you what they tell me.  They tell me to take a Vistarol.  It’s anxiety.