Another feeling takes over. It’s not quite panic. It’s something else. It’s not a sense of hopelessness. Not that either. When you’re alone and you know nothing is okay and nothing’s going to be okay, there’s this feeling that’s overwhelming and inescapable. My heart keeps ticking along despite everything. But it’s going too fast. Everything is going too fast and it hurts. And I can’t stop it. I can’t stop any of it. When you’ve done everything you can, and you’re left with nothing but fear of both the unknown and the known, there’s only one
