Lucient

I'm not sure how to explain this one...

Fear is the only constant change, as change is defined as itself, and hence never actually changes, therby becoming something of a contradictory statement bound in a perpetual state of normalcy.

Paranoia could be a first step for the men crouching in your corner at night, waiting with knives, they've all got knives.

Adrenaline could take control of a corpse before it's ever dead, and it might lead you to your death, give you one more breath.

Reactions are system, with a panic switch routing the impulsive force in your gut:

that sinking feeling, harboring instinctive revelations unnanounced to even the most irrelevent.

Time, variable, comatose lifechoices, 

Where were you when she spoke her mind?

Speaking yours.

Where were you when she was trying to clarify? 
Was she speaking at all, what she talking to me?

Author's Note

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