Washing over me like a spark at an electric fence, no words come out; gasping and begging for air I am gripped tightly.
No release, no comfort, only tendrils of doubt; smothering.
I am wading a pool of uneasiness and overthinking. Shivers in my bones tell me its all wrong, all of it.
But what is it?
They won’t tell me, they just coil like vipers ready to snap. Ready to swaddle my being with a hundred ton rocks, crippling and crushing; weighing me down
I am gasping and reaching, but the parachute is always too far.
Always too far.