The Shakes

Some days I live without framework, without structure, in a world where the laws of physics and matter have no hold. I see buildings melting into people on the street, music intertwined with the frantic and nervous tapping of my heel on the floor. My thinking isn’t there, my mind is weak, my heart washes over its sides in a flood of something without control. People moving about downtown, cars and trucks driving somewhere, doing something, all just a canvas of colour, indiscernible cells bouncing blindly against one another. Drowning, and my stomach is hollow. Please, I just need to hide for a moment.