I caught a thought,
It fills my mind, my world.
It is now my obsession, my pet peeve,
My joie de vivre

My kitchen has filled with smoke,
And I have switched off the exhaust.

Heaviness, exhaustion, Paranoia.

Heavier still, unable to breathe,
I struggle.
I choke.

I remember the window.

I release the thought.
The thought is no more me.