Where do I find peace of mind

In the crevices of deep thoughts

Or in pointless banter?

When someone pulls my love handles

Or in the last breath before I sleep?

When I recite stories to a rock

Or when I walk free

off the dependence on the greater powers?

When I relish old pictures

Or when I lose myself in the memories of music?

When do I really feel at peace?

All I taste is my own breath
Pacing faster than my thoughts

I wish I could describe what anxiety feels like.