Flesh, skin, blood vessels bubble inside, adrenaline because I’m in too deep. If you look closer in my eyes, mountains tumbling over, volcanoes erupt from the painful slumber. Reality it is, but processing everything appears to buffer still. As long as it took for me to completely heal. I’ve wonder how long would the pain last. Brain overly charged from all the data taken in all at once. Sometimes I wonder, how far I’ve gotten deep where I see nothing but darkness and storms with thunder. Fear is inevitable in this state of mind. The enemy takes charge when it all arrives. Now I’m overpowered, drained of energy, nearly loosing all power. There isn’t enough storage to keep the files saved, so I begin to storm into thought, but out of storage I am, therefore it appears it’s a little too late to retrieve some steps and turn the clock. Gone like the wind in an instant where no plot is written of any other way to go around and straight back.
© Johnny Cigars