It feels like something is happening. But it is not an experience and it sure isn't happening to me. Like it is closing in. My mind is going in circles. I am annoyed by all the noise there seems to be. Am I that noise. I know all that I am not. But then what am I. That is not a good question. I feel nervos. But that is not true because I am not that and I don't feel anything. I don't know. I just want to write something. But that isn't true also. This writing is happening and has also nothing to do with me. I feel irritated. But that's not true either. I don't have enough space. How is it possible to even breath. I don't know. This is not it. And I don't know what it is.
I want to roar like a lion. But that is not true. I need to erase that. But I don't.
I'm not making any sense. But it is good to write this stuff. Just breath and relax. Then who is there to relax?
Going for a run now. I need some air. There doens't seem to be enough room for it all. Like I am being compressed or something like that.
What a nonsense this all is. I am going to post this or erase it. Bpoperereorjekrejrejrkejrkjrejrekrekrercm mvx