Reactionary passages that unfold like stampeding horses coursing like wildfire through the valleys of your veins.

Feigning indifference it takes up momentum. A galloping flurry of thundering hooves hurdling towards you at breakneck speeds.

At first you run. You run for your life. From your life. Scared of the monstrous fate that you've created. All the hate, all the pain, the forgotten sorrow.

Pushed away for so long it took the shape of animal storms to come and disturb your life of false denials.

Now here you are. Lost in a canyon of your own making. With nowhere to go. Running for your soul, running for all you've ever had.

But they are life and it always catches up. And they will break you with their iron feet.

So you stop and turn around. Face the collision head on. It is horrible and terrible what's coming at you with the force of a thousand horses.

You feel it all as it rushes over you. Every smile denied, every memory repressed, every touch forgotten.  Everything until the last broken, splintered bone.

Until nothing is left. A still and eerie, oppressive silence settles in. But you feel nothing of that. For the first time your upturned eyes are seeing blue skied and clear.