Thoughts are fragments of fire, flickering and dancing on the periphery of cognition; embers rising into the night on thermal drifts of hope, only to be consumed by the frigid darkness.
Attacks against the senses. Damp seeps into my bones and shadows snatch from the cold. Buildings loom, endlessly leaning out from darkness. Infinite seas of angry faces buffet me as I struggle through the flow. Relentless hammer blows of noise beat down upon me. My eyes flash, watching everything, seeing nothing. Desperation takes hold. My thoughts become swallows darting in the race for sanity. Hope escapes once more. Life assaults the soul.
Let me go.