It brings up the memories you’ve already forgotten. Taking you from history books to current events. Digging six feet off the ground, it resurfaces into your room.
It fills the air. It sings the same words you believed off key. It murks the water, poisoning every dream you’ve once believed.
It makes you imagine things that were impossible yesterday. It shatters every glass your hands have shaped. It shakes up the ground from where you stand. It makes you question every step you make.
It builds walls. It keeps everyone out. It makes you stay quiet even when your head is already screaming. It brings you closer to a ward. The one where they keep those who say the unimaginable. It takes you closer to a room where no one else breathes except fire.
Fear is a tricky feeling. Right now, it’s tricking me.