Phase 2: Fathoming the Fear
Sequentially uncertain, events broken, lost maybe. Those non-construable chirps maybe talk about those events I don't know of, lost maybe. Feet cold, almost trembling, perplexed me wondered why? Is it pondering for which I've more trembles, about those events, I don't know of and are lost maybe? Where are they? I wonder, as my hands join my feet, doing their thing while I'm bewildered. Where are they? Mountain peaks, sure I've seen, below the waters I haven't, these events are probably sunken deep, so deep that they're lost maybe. Where are they? What's happening? Amidst the wilderness, my bewilderness only grew, with these events and memories that are lost maybe. But looking right at the sky, "Oh, wait!" I hear myself, still, still confused, "wait, wait, wait...," as I realize they're no longer lost maybe, they are somewhere far, far far deep, I can barely see them. "No!" I go, "no, no, no, nooo!" I go further. Still, just as I sat hearing myself, my body hair play their cards, begin doing their own thing, and I feel the goosebumps. Some, only some aren't lost maybe. Not some, only parts! In the stillness, moves rapidly my heartbeat – almost strong enough to quake my whole body. Shocking second-long episodes hit my eyes, dark they were, black and gloomy, while I stared at the sky-blue sunny day sky. They vanish, vanish so rapidly at their will, and I can't seem to bring them back! But when they come back, I only saw and felt the cries and yells, and a panic that felt so familiar. I, maybe, fathomed the fear, I construed, although only a tad bit, but I fathomed the fear, don't know of what, but, a subconscious deadly fear, that terrified me.
