How can this be described? It is the blood, bubbling and fluttering behind the breast bone, filling the face and failing the feet. It is the guts inflamed, the muscles spasming, contracting the stomach and twisting the bowels. It is skin erupting in sweat, the hair follicles tightening. It is freezing, burning, chills and clammy palms. It is the breath, at first trapped, then escaping and now uncatchable. It is the paralysis of neurons, forever stuck in the moment. It is the widening of the synapses, the space growing. The gaps become too large, unbridgeable, and the connection is lost.
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Jill spends most of her waking hours attempting to capture the thoughts that scurry around her mind and put them to work entertaining others. You can find these thoughts most often on her blog, Mind of a Mouse, but tiptoe when you enter please, she is easily startled and probably panicking. View all posts by Jill