Reineydays87

Seizure... uneven, my rapid breaths, clenching me in fear's talons my thoughts bleeding out into salty streams of yielding... pooling in my ears - a deafening silence... like the reaper's bony fingers, gripping me in a stranglehold of panic am i screaming? or dreaming? or in some kind of denial coma? memory is a mirage, strangely distant and alluring... with colors eerily blending, like impressionism sound is tense... a staccato rhythm, pounding out the beat of intelligent design... my own anatomical percussion... bemusing me... then, amusing me... am i smiling? awareness beckons... panic yields his grip to curiosity (my old famil