Deterioration of the Fight or Flight Response

When all is said and done,

And you’re left
In your own personal hell
With nothing but time...
Time to look back
And figure
How you’re gotten here,
And why,
You finally realize that
The one
Who chose to hurt you over the other,
Who betrayed you
And abandoned you the most,

Was you.

Brown, and the Blues

When you're depressed, it helps to lean your head on your arm and stare into space.

If you're unusually depressed, you may have to change arms.

Vicissitude

"Life can't be controlled.
It changes in the blink of an eye...
Sometimes, the things that we can't change
end up changing us."

Abyss

Where do you draw the line between a dream and a nightmare?
Can you identify the point where one ends and the other begins?

The dream is good and the feeling is one of pure joy, with everything going the way you always hoped. The touch seems real and the happiness you feel is unbound, overwhelming…surreal. For a moment, you step away from the person that is you in your dream, and simply observe. You know it’s just a story that’s unfolding in front of you…that it isn’t true…that it’s got to be some waking thought that has percolated into this illusion…but for that one infinite moment, you almost believe.

You wake up, with flashes of the dream still vivid in your mind…but what you remember most, is the way you had felt, which only magnifies the loneliness you feel now. It awakens the void within you, which exists in the real world, where the players, having departed, will never return to fill. You realize what you’re missing, a hundred times over, and with a degree of despondency, recognize that you can’t control or keep the players in real life, any more than you can, in your dream.

Maybe this is where the dream ends and the nightmare begins. When you wake up. To have touched elation, to have tasted desire, and to have seen it dissipate when your eyelids flew open. To perceive the depths of the abyss you’re helplessly falling into, and to know that in your waking hours, the closest you can come to living the dream, is by dreaming wide awake.

Crash and Burn

"These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume."

Romeo and Juliet, Act II, Scene VI