I could never put a name to this feeling. This feeling of a rush has been so normal. But normal things one day can too, become unhealthy.

The imbalance in which you flow, has incorrectly been funneled into your brain. Now that I can name you, I shall name you Sero. Sero, is in us all but why must some be involved with such a heavy flow. This flood would overcompensate our feelings and make us, unreal or bizarre. Derealization has overcome you now, there is no escape - or so you think. Detached, shocked and horrified of this impending doom, has left you utterly mesmerized by the fact that there is so much you are unable to do now. An escape has to be planned accordingly, although you are not involved with writing out your day's work, your brain has all of the "happy locations" logged and places of which you have not experienced yet are never aloud to be unlocked. You feel abnormal, your heart is somehow in your stomach running on a dirt road. You are sweating like condensation from a water bottle on a summers day. Your body's cold, just like that water bottle. You're just as flexible and hold composure on the outside, but as the heavy flow of Sero is now introduced into the brain, the cap fly's off and you don't feel that surrounding holding you back anymore. Gravity has shifted and you are floating in fear. But you will never drown, you will always make it out alive.