It never really ceases, in the long run.
The waves, they climb and they crash.
And I try to roll along with them.
Since I cannot fight against them.
I'm half here, half there.

The sensations, lightening against rubber. Or like stone against flesh.
I come to realise what being breakable feels like.
Being on fire while the cold takes hold.
The inescapable panic when I figure out I can't run out from under my skin.
I just have to lock my fingers into my hair and squeeze my eyes.

Eyes.
The way they sparkle when I tell them my symptoms.
I...