Panic
Memories come back like a jackknife in the heart. The sea of calm eludes it from the shield which was thought strong enough to support the will. The guard was let down slowly for a comfort that was built up. Now it can't shake the sensation that something is horribly amiss. The lonely walls are soaked with no remorse as time laughs in the face of comfort. Time laughs in the face of comfort. Time laughs maniacally as it will move forward till the dust disintegrates our very bones. The thoughts shall be on the very precipice of the void. Complicated things, these thoughts. May they drown in the distractions of life as it consumes this world.