Whenever I think about him in bed at night, trying to sort out the memories I’ve forced away, I feel my thoughts start speeding up to the rate I needed to connect things before. It’s a thousand times faster than now, and most of the time I end up slamming those thoughts into oblivion, telling them to shut the hell up because they start driving me off the edge the second I feel them grating on my heart. I can’t… explain them. *sigh* it feels kind of like… all of a sudden, you let loose about a million terrified, adrenaline pumped, but determined flying creatures out in a very small space, and they start bouncing against the edges, like they’re whirring around on the inside, careening into walls and throwing you into panic, as bits of images surface and you are stuck inside a place in the past. Not only are they wild and frenzied, but their wings have sharp tips that slice and prod.
