High Anxiety- These are my Dreams.

I fell asleep with thoughts of you living inside my head. Yes, my eyes popped open when I awoke, and more things rushed on through. Yes, just like yesterday, I cannot settle back into sleep.

Last night, while I went to my slumber I had dreams of you. You spoke to me and told me of your life and how you move on through.

Now, I'm you. Now I'm wearing your skin, and within me, your heart does beat. Inside of me, I feel the life of you, but now I'm not me or you, I'm living through all things externally. Existentially, we are all one.

I do not feel my feet, or the heart inside my chest, the tongue in my mouth, or the tips of my fingers down to the nail.

It all comes rushing back in, all at once. Overwhelming sensations. My lungs feel tight, breathing is a burden, and is a painful awful fight.

Then the pictures and sounds come rushing through, my mind is tingling as my fingers and my toes are too.

As I start to move, you're within me, but it's not a pleasant feeling. As I continue, it's the dog hair in my mouth, it's everywhere now. All I want is to help you. Only to realize, you don't even exist, except within my head.

I go with your problems, spinning inside of me. I scramble with a fervor for as long it will take until anxiety kills me, or least I bend and break. I painfully stake myself in these endeavors. These are only my dreams and here's what you'll say "It's your mistake because it's only you, it's your problem, now go away."