A Psychotic Tour Of My Madness.

Calm.

"You are okay. This is just the chemicals in your brain." My mother says.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

I enter my own world and lay onto my grandmother's green couch. I look out the window and I see a blue bird sitting on the tree. I smile and smell my grandmas morning coffee.

I am okay.

-You are okay and if not, go to a place where nothing could ever be wrong.