Calcium Stains

... Calm. A burst of energy strikes you as if it was waiting around the corner with a bat in hand, you take off sprinting, a river rapid relentlessly reeling after the hit, distant and unconcious to that same waterfall you keep finding yourself at the edge of, when you come to. Wake up, though its usually to late, you're already drowning. Go to sleep, subdue that fight to breathe, let the current take you further downstream and drown some more. Wake up, you've been absent for a while now, pull yourself up onto the bank, dry your self off, take a gander at your rippled reflection, fix your hair, throw on a little makeup~ after all, don't want to look like you've been drowning; you have composure to feign Collect yourself, such wild rides require supplies best not to be without. Such preparation for such a cyclic hell. Head out with some purpose, keep your pace, can't slow down, can't get stuck, can't stay still, progress is forward right? Right around the corner, struck again. You'll wake up soon, just stay.. Calm.