It’s just one of those things, which creep up on you slowly, slowly, out of the blue. It’s a moment of panic and pandering for excuses, information – anything to make sense of it all. A reason for why the world - which seemed stable, only a moment before, all of a sudden - is now laid confusingly anew.
And you, at the epicentre of it all, you are the cause of my demise, my fall, into the blue of you. My concentration shattered, shorn of its useful bubble, a buffer to hold back the tide of oncoming strangeness.
My breathing, it quickens - my senses are shot - my feelings are jumbled. I can’t make out a thought, but the anxiety, breed by my experience of you. Only you.