Authored: May 7, 2018

The synapses segue away from this reality
An uneasiness turns into anxiety
A deviation away from love
A moving object, barely felt, hugely seen
A process away from its normal function.

A fear grips me like the dark of a night
What if this is all I have?
There's no one else and never will be....
The synapses segue away from this reality
Mental constraints flaring
This deviation is just a perturbation.