In a little bakery in the basement of a local supermarket, surrounded by the most enticing smells of butter, bread, coffee, and sipping iced hibiscus tea, I lost my mind...
Again.
I inhale the scent of butter, deeply. Letting it fill my lungs, I savor the tea I am drinking, trying not to get lost in the noise of everything and everywhere. Silently and desperately looking for something to anchor me to the present.
Butter, bread, tea, coffee, I recite the scents in my mind over and over, trying to engrave the reality of everything into my rapidly detaching brain. Croissants, I smell croissants. I tell myself to focus on the smell of the pastry. F-O-C-U-S. C-R-O-I-S-S-A-N-T. Remind myself I am here, in this bakery, surrounded by people.
Do not cry. Focus. Tea. Croissant. Focus. Feel something, no, not THAT FEELING. Find something. Do not breakdown. Bakery, supermarket, butter, coffee, cookies. Recite, rewind. But I've already lost it.
I've already lost my mind.
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