Do you know that feeling? When your chest becomes so heavy you cannot breathe. Your jaw tightens until it hurts. Your hands tremble. Your heart stops beating, and your blood thickens to the point where it does not flow. Then, the moment lingers on, and on. Have you ever had that feeling before?
A situation of bleakness. Where all is lost and hope is placed on lost things. Where all that was familiar dissolves, and all that was unfamiliar is valued. Blind eyes and deaf ears become natural symptoms, and nothing makes any sense. Silence is kind, and lies blessed. The beholder of truth is a delusion to himself. Colours pale and scents fade, all beauty is disdained. There are senseless cries. Pleas of despair. Yet, it lingers on, and on.
And then it spreads. A shivering voice from a quivering lip. Gloom becomes the air of breath. A helpless word becomes the foundation of two. The hope that was placed on lost things is lost. The sky is too dark, the air too heavy. There is panic, not of a single soul but of many. A shout complicates matters, deceptive images are aplenty. A friend turns an enemy, an enemy turns a friend. There is no understanding, for what is there to discern? All are shreds. Our reason. Our humanity. Madness abounds. There is blood, and the ending of life. Yet, help does not come.
That feeling. A heavy chest, a tight jaw, shivering hands, blood slowing till it no longer flows. It lingers on, and on.
Notsnhoj
