Five things I can see...
Four things I can feel...
Three things I can hear...
Two things I can smell...
And One thing I can taste...
I feel anxious. As the cool breeze touched the warmth of my face beaded with tears from the recurring , excruciating thoughts reaping my sanity, I snapped to reality. There he is, the one who can lift me from the crashing waves of misery. As he walked towards me, brimming with concern and comfort, I cried. "Didn't I tell you to call me if you had an episode again, hmm?" and I cried even harder.