Sometimes, I feel consumed by it.

The wave comes down, crashing, and I’m filled with anger, rage, sadness.  My soul is screaming and reality disappears around me.  I flow out of myself.  Parts of me are shooting out into space.  My thoughts spin and heave and crash.

I feel a golden whirling.  I’m spinning out and around myself.  Desperation.

And I am ashamed.  They don’t understand me.  I see it in their eyes, their pity, their reassurance.  I cry and scream, I feel desperately alone.

Meanwhile, I’m exploding.  I’m surging towards the glass and walls.  Shards flickering.  —But further.  And I’m expanding past it all, I’m flooding the streets and the canyons, I’m hurling into space.  I’m howling and panicking.

Suddenly, it stops.  I hover for a whispering second.

And then I feel a sucking and a rushing as I’m pulled back into myself.  I’m spinning back and down again, I’m screaming tears into the pillows, I hear the wind churning, I’m hurtling towards myself.

And then I’m back.  I collapse, filled with deadness and silence.  Whisps of myself floating out like smoke.

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