Ravings from a spell of madness
I am right on the edge of a knife. Every single thing is magnified exponentially. Every thought, every sight, every word made dire. My hands shake and my heart pounds. Tears are welled up behind my eyes, at the ready to stream at the slightest provocation. Each breath is strained, infused with heat and panic, as though it could cut off any moment - rolling up my eyes and collapsing my frame. What in the world caused this state? There has been no tragedy, no upheaval, and yet all my strength and toughness has been sucked out of me. I feel like a cyborg suddenly gifted humanity and unable to deal with the emotions and sensations humans spend their lives managing.
