I’m rattling against the walls.
There’s all these things moving too quickly, ripping me along through their arcane trajectories. All I’ve gotta do is hold on, you know, but it’s exhausting. Everything held tense, knuckles bone-white, teeth chattering like the skeleton inside’s laughing, getting ready to jump out.
And you know what it’s like, when you’re going too fast and something goes wrong, just a little, and you slip - just for a second. All that soft, delicate organic tissue pulped by the undeniable rules of simple physics. All that energy’s going somewhere, and if you get in the way that somewhere is you.
Not that any of this matters, particularly.
I have issues with control. When things go well, they kind of just go. And it feels an awful lot like floating, flying, or falling. And I just don’t know what to do with my hands.
I’m lost.
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