breathe. it's all rushing to your head too fast; too fucking much, too fucking fast. can you handle it? it's like your blood but there's too much of it & there's no room for any of it. there's nowhere for it to go, but... wait. breathe. it just keeps coming, thoughts fire like nerves out of sync; more. more than you ever asked for; can you handle it? it's one or the other, which do you want, which do you feel, think believe? it's cluttered & it's going to explode out of you, too soon. before you can make sense of it. before your judgment is sound enough so you can even move. focus, blur, fade, twist, repeat. over, again, back forth up down too much too fast to take in. dizziness sets in, your eyes out of focus, are they watching? do they know? no cry for help, there's none to be given & none you could want. sparkle, flash, blink, fade, twist, turn, bring it all into focus at once, but you can't & your mind is a haze. breathe. exhale but it catches in your throat as you feel it all slipping through your fingers & you feel like you are only a grain of sand; can you handle it? confusion mistaken for clarity over & over, false judgments & uncertain affections, drowning in your actions or a lack thereof as it closes in on you - implosion rather than explosion. collapse. focus, blur, fade, black; breathe.