Flooded.
I am flooded, filled to the brim.
My thoughts spilling out,
Cascading over the warmth surrounding me, dimming the lights, forcing them under the surface.
I am consumed by a tide of anxiety and insecurity.
And slowly I'm slipping.
My body growing weak as I exhaust myself to simply breathe.
I am unable. I am inability.
I am the creator of my own frustration and I am the master of my own destruction.
