I had a singular thought. It was one of desperation and went something along the lines of, “never will I and never will anything and it’s all because that happened and it’s not fine and it will never be fine,” and then not unlike switch but more like trick-door floor opening I started to fall water down the drain whirlpool or worse, the slide into that familiar state of anxiety to bed, sleep, wake, feeling worse, slide hit globular download dam thoughts now really a flood but non-specific, not in language even those thoughts no letters no words just blogs of massless forming blobs of grey matters neurons, clustering blobs of brain heavy load of neurons clusters like that feeling of being stuck between two pieces of glob stuck blog foaming grey matter viscous molten-like thick globular thought blobs climbing out of it is sticky slow and heavy feeling mucus globstop stopstopstopstop stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopsto pstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopst opstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstop stopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstops opstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopsto pstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopst opstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopstopst opstops to p st opsto ps opstops topst  opstopstops   topm   smlwue  gcshtsrnsitu  tiopwsm  tew eKA& what else is there what else stop breath breath breath space           space

space

 spaceout of the blob and into the space of the m

space between lines into the m

arched door to a new feeling better space better feeling m

m space

space breath m space