Free-write

My soul feels rather uneasy.
My heart beats with a pace that astonishes me.
My breath filled with mint, hisses through my teeth.
I tremble as I write this.

Pause

Relocate my thoughts.

Smells of hair food, perfume, dust, sweat, paper and ink.
The wood of this school table only drifts me back to my high school years.

A deep breath in....
A deep breath out...

That uneasy feeling still hovers.
I try and shuffle my thoughts,
but now I need to close.