Anger and Anticipation all in one.
Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .
I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .
Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.
One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
In and Out, I breathe.
Don't give into the fear.
Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!
Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.
Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00
. . . .
Enter here; enter purgatory.
One, two, three beats my heart.
I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.
Your Guardian Angel is with you . . . He is with you. Look to him, follow him, he knows the way.
Constant, you must be constant.
Listen instead of talk. Yes, listen and learn.
Open close, open close. Over and over again until I fear I will go mad. . . Noise insatiable noise and nonsense. There is no place for me here among the ever-pounding wave of sound.
Nothing makes sense here. It's a asylum for people my age, that I know I will never be a part of, even if I wanted to be.
I am not like them. . .