You wake up to darkness. Surrounding you are invisible claws, inching forward with every palpable moment. Terror grips your heart, and your mind freezes, sanity fleeing. You start to feel like you are losing yourself.
You sit up, trying your best to breathe. Chill air rushes through your nostrils but breathlessness fills up your lungs. You choke as endless fear creeps up on you.
The sense of impending doom makes you feel inescapable. There is an inflating bubble of pressure within your being that makes you want to cry. You struggle for a plausible connection to that growing balloon yet your reasoning tells you that the rubber ball is made-up fiction. The balloon grows larger still.
Conflicted, confused and with craze-filled thoughts, you sit up on your bed, then recline. You can't stay lying down because the unseen fear threatens to eat you from the inside. This enemy is lethal. You know it from your trembling bones.
Contemplation fights for your attention. You struggle between yearnings. The outside air calls to you, a siren-like hum only you hear without it being existent; your mind instructs you to lay low and rest. You fight the urges, and end up with panicked emotions never experienced before.
Finally, you slide under the safety of your cotton blankets, and nestle your head on the all-familiar cotton pillow. Your eyes drift off on their own accord. The lull is seduction of its own kind. You cannot resist it...
Madness pulls you back to Hell, where Hell is your room shrouded in darkness and dwelling shadows and Madness are the strands of multiple consciousness. The ones you call thoughts.
You fend off each incoming attack. When peace finally finds you and there, you can feel the familiar calling of sleep, your mind rolls over like the dice on the checkerboard, and your senses tip over on the deck of a ship that is overwhelmed by raging waves once more. Again and again.
You sit up, trying your best to breathe. Chill air rushes through your nostrils but breathlessness fills up your lungs. You choke as endless fear creeps up on you.
The sense of impending doom makes you feel inescapable. There is an inflating bubble of pressure within your being that makes you want to cry. You struggle for a plausible connection to that growing balloon yet your reasoning tells you that the rubber ball is made-up fiction. The balloon grows larger still.
Conflicted, confused and with craze-filled thoughts, you sit up on your bed, then recline. You can't stay lying down because the unseen fear threatens to eat you from the inside. This enemy is lethal. You know it from your trembling bones.
Contemplation fights for your attention. You struggle between yearnings. The outside air calls to you, a siren-like hum only you hear without it being existent; your mind instructs you to lay low and rest. You fight the urges, and end up with panicked emotions never experienced before.
Finally, you slide under the safety of your cotton blankets, and nestle your head on the all-familiar cotton pillow. Your eyes drift off on their own accord. The lull is seduction of its own kind. You cannot resist it...
Madness pulls you back to Hell, where Hell is your room shrouded in darkness and dwelling shadows and Madness are the strands of multiple consciousness. The ones you call thoughts.
You fend off each incoming attack. When peace finally finds you and there, you can feel the familiar calling of sleep, your mind rolls over like the dice on the checkerboard, and your senses tip over on the deck of a ship that is overwhelmed by raging waves once more. Again and again.
The next time your eyelashes flutter against each other, you are awake and awash in the rays of the sun. Your room is bathed in golden light. You sigh instead of smile, for the worst has come and gone. Then, you notice the shielded corners of the room unlit by the sun and you realise that Heaven and Hell have never been skies apart...
9th April 2020, 12.30am
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