is there no way to stop it?

...it's suffocating bland morbidly uncomfortable fragmented.

like diving into an empty pool it's my body bouncing around inside my head with nowhere to go I'm partial to calling it...nominating an equally bland word to describe it....'annoying'

can my hair stand on it's end from the inside? ....tickle my awkward brain into action...re-assemble itself perhaps turn time at just the right angle for me to identify where exactly I am?

the mania wants to erupt!!...like a demented villain imprisoned for life it's only been three days in solitary confinement...

in a tiny square room I see one thousand walls
I'm on the ceiling abstract dripping waterfalls
rusty colours sharp and brown
my legs are snakes all up and down
toxic noise echoes no windows no windblows
...it's empty in here alone but my ghost
sniffs the air tastes what I fear most

it makes no sense hey James? Atleast if a volcano erupts, the area is evacuated, but we, we can feel, see, hear, taste the rumbling, but where do we evacuate to?! I'll sit close by, hoping its less scary for you that way...

...I know you know what I mean Ophelia and that really calms me... it's a fine thing to sit near you....thankyou

it's funny I have to edit so often sometimes as things jiggy in my mind.....

you are so right....we have nowhere to evacuate to!....brings up such vivid imagery for me the absurd panic haphazard running around in body and mind just looking for a safe place to shelter and getting a brief sense it's ok but it's really not....yet

I won't move a muscle ok,

...ok

I'm here too, James. We will sit three-way. Supposed to be pretty stable, especially if we don't rock the boat. Okay?
Roadie

Roadie......thankyou, I promise not to capsize the boat as very best I can I want us all to stay dry and warm...