Today is fine;
Good, even.
Notice.
The tiniest disturbance.
Why.
I don't like this.
A hole, torn in your existence.
Begin the singularity,
Engulfing.
Tiny Upset,
thought about,
more and more.
Becometh the raging storm.
Longer I stare,
Surround my consciousness.
Now,
everything is black.
I can't see.
I can't breathe.
My heart hurts.
We are.
Reflections of the wrong.
Exponentiate the entropy of thought.
Today is fine.
Not really.
This.
is.
Anxiety.