Word Salad

Eyes closed.

Find something to focus on, gotta get mind to shut up.

My breathing? Or the sounds around me....

Just be still.

At first, nothing.

Then...

Lighter, darker, lighter, darker, alternating, like a pulse.

Look up, eyes still closed, to the center of the forehead.

Pressure.

A photograph of a couple, man and woman, in their 30s.

A simple symbol, looks like a peace sign without the circle. An airplane?

Bananas.

Birthday candles.

Spirals.

Agents.

Now it looks like an airplane heading straight towards me.