Brace for impact

 I'm scared. I'm so scared. I don't want to go back to my cage. It was so dark. The wall echoes my deep unspoken thoughts. I panic. I couldn't see the exit. I couldn't see anybody. And my thoughts, it scares me. I don't want to hear my thoughts. Too quiet. Too eerie. But my thoughts, it's loud. What used to comfort me found power beyond my control. It's unstoppable now. I can't stop it. It keeps growing, bigger than me. The weapon I crafted to protect me, now controls me. I don't like to hear my thoughts anymore. It's a monster. It doesn't comfort me anymore, it owns me. It scares me. I'm scared. What if she comes back? I don't know what to do. I don't remember the way out. I just got lucky. But she will come back. I know it. She's coming. She's lurking. She's waiting. She's watching. 

And I'm standing in the millisecond, stretching time beyond logical. The fear that should only last a millisecond, extends to hours. A multitude of hours, an illusion of mathematics defeated by science. It's that split second before a tsunami when the water pulls back and knowing that death is inevitable. But that split second is equivalent to my millisecond. I'm living in the millisecond before a tsunami. I've placed a bed there and slept comfortably. I pretended everything is a framed portrait, frozen in time. But the water is still coming. All at once. Brace for impact.

I don't understand where it came from, this fear. The serpent has paid a visit today. A cursed consciousness. I see the pictures moving, slowly and then rapidly. A glitch. Some people call it reality.