The feelings that I have inside feel like a locomotive truck rushing towards my chest. Why must I feel like the world is against me.
Some say that you stand alone and others say that you are never alone. I really can't tell the difference.
I am here I am there, I am everywhere....is there a place just for me.
This anxious feeling that creeps up in my soul with its origins unknown. I nonchalantly brush it off and strive for another moment.
 A moment of clarity a moment of sanity a moment of perfect thoughts and emotions.