Trickling.
Inklings of doubt,inklings of worry.
Seeping into the crevices of their minds.
Sharp awareness. Made aware of my presence through the trickling, pricking, numbing sensation.
Worry on top of worry.
Fear of my presence, fear of another full blown attack.
Will their persons understand?
Or will they see it as another feat to feign for attention?
Gasping for air,fully breathing,never feeling like that gasp was enough.
Never feeling the air filling their lungs.
Never feeling,enough.
Trickling,tricking inklings of fear. Fear of death.
How far from it?
Eyes wide open, seeing nothing but darkness.
Always dark.
Cold, shivering.
Fingertips looking blue. Only to their eyes only.
Will their persons understand?
Will they grab them, hug them, make the blue warm again, make the mind at peace again?
Standing outside from inside, looking down, wondering, disassociating.
Fragments, shattered glass, disjointedness.
Mind feeling invaded, thoughts, mind, soul feeling broken.
Will there ever be solidity again?
