Sensory Overload

I am in a box and someone is pounding on the outside walls
I am assualted by arrows of lght and sound 
I am so, so alone.
My sweater is too warm.
My pants are too stiff.
My box is too small and the walls are closing in.
I am in the mjdst of a battlefield with no armor
I am a knight wthout his sowrd, for the words that usualyll coem so fast and furious refuse to come at all
I gargle and a gurble like a water-logged frog.
I am on fire
I am at the bottom of the sea
EVery muscle tenses and I sit on the edge, perpetually on the edge
The sky is full of streaks of lights and the gorund trmebles beneath my feet
I loose time and I looss epsace
I am alone in a room full of people
I have nothing in the middle of everything
It is all too much.