My lungs were working overtime. Angry at the rest of my body for falling down during an anxiety attack. My skin was ready to fall apart from all the vibration, like an old car driving itself to the junk yard. My mind, was shifting it’s focus to a handful of things paying rent inside my head, but staying true to it’s priorities and coming full circle back to you. A hundred people in this room. Wish that you were here. If you only knew. Only you