Panic. Panic. Panic.
WHY are my thoughts so colossally fragmented, broken and strung together like popcorn strands around a Christmas tree, Christmas.. youth has befallen me, beckoned me, reckoned me, a reckoning, everything I have lost coming back to me for vengeance. Lost, and I am lost, screaming inside with no one at all, voices in my head that say nothing until I scream, everything is screaming, everything is SCREAMING!!