Attack Attack

I run for the door with nothing on,  but by now my consciousness has left my body.  None of my senses are in tune with each other,  i am just like the air that surrounds me.

As i run the streets losing sight of reality,  everyone is staring and whispering which all seems like a foreign language as it just breezes through me like the wind.

One second i'm the six million Dollar man the next i'm a tortoise. This is the giant of my dreams and the dwarfs of my fears chasing me.

I eventually  take a seat and try to breath which i don't seem to have done for a long time,  it takes a while but my body finds me and my senses return.

Anxiety what a fucking trip.