Washed Underneath Into Cold

One minute here, a few hours later there. Wind causes a scraping sound, a numbness begins to settle within my eyes, the fog appears inside my head, I lose my breath as my chest begins to pound. Not a good year for pounding. I used to fight it, "no", I'd say, but I've been so tired with no sleep and everything becomes like a movie happening to someone else and at any time I will be pulled underneath the cold current and washed away to a place I do not remember so that I do not care. The smell of fresh damp soil and BANG a slow-motion movie playing in my head and bang I am somewhere else yet again.

I am not stupid. I am not completely psychotic. I am CoNSISTENt:

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2007/08/haunted-in-august.html

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2007/08/haunted-in-august-ii.html

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2007/08/haunted-in-august-iii.html

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2007/10/haunted-in-october.html

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2007/10/chase-run.html

http://the-war-within.blogspot.com/2009/10/haunted.html