Sometimes I feel like I'm gasping for air when it's a little too hot in my room and I'm running scenarios through my mind. Irrational things, yes, but still they exist in my head-space - all full of turmoil and that anxious cinder block sitting on my chest. That's what it's like in the time between your name floating on my lock screen, when the hours get longer and there's nothing but empty space wandering through the crooked wrinkles in my brain. I probably just have an insanely overactive imagination, but then again - you haven't said anything in the greater span of two days.