As I sit waiting, for the anxiety to leve, my brain and soul out of sync, the ego on a rampage, as it does not want to be destroyed, as I place the ego delicately into the blender, it lashes out making me feel things I don't want to feel, the sunsets on the Past, the future melted away, losing myself to the struggle for a breath, before I let go, of all things past and future, only the present exists, but as a functioning part of the social gears, the feeling...