The First After A Close Last

The anticipation of my anxiety pumps furiously in my veins. Uneasy I breathe, an attempt to control. The rugged ridges of these metaphorical titanium plates I call my skull, shift. Replicating the natural disaster experience in my head. I'm so distant from my ego. Quakes rattle my reality, blood like volcanoes erupt and spue my overheated head. I'm Cool, it's cold will I ever know? I'm ok..... breathe..... The anticipation of my anxiety pumps furiously in my veins. Uneasy I breathe, an attempt to control.