16 April 2012
I'm pleasantly thinking about a table I'm going to build; I'm thinking of how I'm going to build it. Then suddenly, images of me falling and getting my head cut off on the saw, flash through my mind. A tear drops from my eye.
I'm in the living room with my mother. I'm looking out of the window. Suddenly, I see a bullet smashing the window and piercing my skull. My mother crying in panic over my dead body. A tear falls from my eye, and she'll never know why.
Anxiety • Opuss № I