Snow driving
I can't tell if I am moving
Hands are sweating
Lights seem brighter

I am in the grocery store
I don't feel like I belong to this world
I should leave

Back in my motel
I feel safe
I am a human again
On this world

Driving snow
I remember it
Those sardines tasted good
I could not get my barrings
My hands were sweaty and lights seemed brighter
Everything was falling apart
In the grocery store
This anxiety attack reminds me of her
As the deli worker hands my the cheese I am scared
Am i crazy?
Insanity can be good for the reputation
But being insane is not fun

February 2009