So many memories. Fingers swinging back and forth in a steady rhythm.
|Into the abyss|
I need something to hold onto, or I'll fall into the abyss. A warm hand grabs mine, and I'm safe. The world is only falling apart in controlled pieces. I manage to roll with it, to surf on destructive memories. I'm able to breathe, I'm able to cry. I'm able to heal.
I am breathing in and out. It helps. I'm rolling back in time, and I'm ready.
Wiser, stronger, faster.