it's quiet.

and then it's loud and heavy and angry, so angry, it pulls and rips, it hurts, it drags you through the shivering cracks in the glass and submerges you in the overwhelming blue of thought, it's clammy and terrifying, it's suffocating and encompassing and there seems to be no way of escaping the constant ache deep in your chest, in your tightly-strung throat.

and then it's quiet.