t w i s t e d n e r v e

It was over almost before it began, in the reality of things. The regular, tangible plane of existence. Just a moment, a fracture in time, yet, those eyes, how they screamed louder than anything else ever heard before. They drowned out the terrible sound of my own mind, how it traipses along with me, a tagalong begging to be listened to like an insolent child who demands its own way. It drowned out the past, moments in time mere memory disappeared as if erased by the hand of Fate herself. It destroyed any doubts, reservations, and disappointments in oneself.

Just a pure moment of clarity. It changed everything.