You try to make sense of the confusion, the constant chatter of indiscernible voices becoming echoing white noise in your head. Emotions volatile, frightening in their warpath through the veins, scolding you from the inside out. Nothing makes sense. You fight to grasp at reality but an unseen skeletal hand is picking at your fingers, forcing you to slip and fall screaming into the void.
Yet another image shattered, the pieces strewn out like a macabre jigsaw puzzle lying haphazardly along a darkened earth. You attempt to reach out to pick up the pieces when you're taken aback; recoiling at the sight of movement. Horrid, slithering things encompassing the pieces in a rancid smelling black substance, forcing you to stay your hand and take a step back.
There's a terrible nagging at the back of your mind, desperate for something to make sense of all of this. A hidden door that just needs to be opened so you can wake from this living nightmare. Yet no matter how many times you go to sleep and find yourself rising to a new day, you realize with gut wrenching horror, that this is real. It's not a dream. It's not something you can fight or run away from. It's a chest-tightening, breath stealing realization that there is no escape.
Through poetic-prose I try to suss out the whirlwind of chaotic emotions and thoughts churning inside me. It's far too early to speak let alone mention as to why I've found myself in this hollowed space. Very few of you will be informed, if it at all, as to why my chest tightens with every breath I take. Please, fear not. I gently ask for your patience. It will be revealed in time. Then again, perhaps not. Just know that I, myself, am not in danger of any kind. I am simply reacting to events close yet outside of myself that I have no control over.
However...I am deeply affected by it.
Some will find this on the dramatic side, which is understandable for those peering in from the outside. Know, dear reader, this is how I vent. Through cryptic phrases and descriptive words, I attempt to express how I'm dealing with something that is intensely life altering. Yet truth be told, I doubt I'll ever be able to properly convey what this has awakened in me.
Coffee beckons, so I must away. Know, gentle souls, I am safe. I am alright. Physically.
Emotionally? That's another story.
-Anon-
