My hands grasp the grass.
I chew the grass, and it tastes sour.
My stomach calms, and I relax on the ground.
I feel better, but I can't concentrate. All I can think about is my tummy and the grass. I eat more.
Grass is good.
My mind races. I try to stop my thoughts, but they keep coming, I can't escape my mind.
TO BE CONTINUED!