smoke always fill my lungs and drown my anxiety, just for a moment. as soon as i breathe again the worry and anxiety comes back up and clouds my vision, making just see all the things i have to do, say, remember, think about. I take another sharp breath at the cylinder stick and it happens again, everything gone. maybe, just maybe i can hold my breath forever so I don't have to worry so much, think so much, do so much. but i can't.
