My heart going wild within my chest.
Everything is a mess!
There’s no escape.
I shudder at the endless variations on the next event. I fear failure and a steel tent over my need to communicate.
I feel faint…I…
_we both know what was said during that conversation. Your title holds little weight with outside communication. I don’t know when I don’t know how but I’ll find you in the future.
I’ll open my eyes and gut your soul, placing an end to our contention.