I struggle with every breath. Air becomes alien to me. I look around. There is much to learn from the walls that enclose my mind. Each one with a window. I look out. Visions manifest themselves and I question my every intention. Now I realize. Are these thoughts that provoke me a reality. Or am I just an exaggeration of myself.  

Ponder on every dream. Ponder on every action. Ponder on every emotion. There is no greater confusion than that of self. My head is like a ticking time bomb. Ready to explode at any moment.

Inhale. Exhale. The clock slowly ticks by. Time moves at its own leisure. My judgement is swayed by my own irrationality. Who is to blame for this worry? Who is to be held accountable? The answers I seek, lie in the questions that I ask.

Now vexed by my own lack of understanding. My mind’s eye shatters every ounce of logic. Paranoia begins to encapsulate me. The sentences before me make no sense. Each word read holds a certain lack of importance. To me, these are merely characters carefully placed together.