By random convenience I am sitting here on this washed out orange toned couch. With the clamorous sound of people talking and the motion blur of the people walking. The room is heavy with the pressure and burden of the anxiety that ridden me. Bodies pacing back and forth again and again. I can feel their eyes burning into my crawling skin trying to fleet from the shaggy breath i try to take. I can feel my eyes a little too well they are becoming dry and i can feel as they flutter open and shut. I feel cold but i am not as i feel the sweat trickling down my face. I feel numb all around and that feeling of paresthesia poking me everywhere at the same time as if in a horrifying synchrony dancing together on my skin as the goosebumps rise with them. I see the faded faces of people i once knew as friends and my family, their faces in scattered unidentified features. Eyes seeping as if melting, mouths wondering, noses becoming flat, and eyebrows changing shape. But i know this is in my head, its not real. Not real. But i can’t tell what is real? The glass featured on the table? I want to touch it but i can't move. I can't move. It's all becoming real and i feel sick to my stomach. And people notice me. I'm just sitting here with beating eyes and a heart pounding way to fast for comfort. My heart. Its in my head beating over and over i can hear it. And my lungs are breathing too fast. In and out, in and out. Becoming more rapid by the second. My heart and lungs beating together like they want to take over my body.