Life can be so beautiful.
Stress is manifesting itself in more than a handful of ways, physically. Beautiful people surround me. I can only see them. Every little insignificant worthless scum person is blurred into the background. The impression they make is only enough to contrast and enhance the beautiful beloved. Alien angels approach closer staring in. I am lying on the ground. I love those before me. I am extending my arms out to reach them. I cannot reach yet. Soon. Soon the stress will melt into the past. Skin will be soft again, face will be pure. Their blurry angelic faces will soon be crystal clear. Time flies, trying to aid in my escape. Not fast enough, I still have to wait.I must be strong. Keep breathing slowly and deeply. Bring smiles to the angelic faces before me.