I forever seem to be casting, creating defenses around me. Barriers, thick veils, semi-permeable walls, door locked, shut tight, bubbles made from unbreakable goo...anything, everything, to try and stem this incessant sensory tidal flow.
Seems it's roaring in all directions, even with eyes shut and hands over ears. Hiding under blankets, amongst blaring car steroes, nothing seems to calm the ever present screaming din.
I'm starting to feel that I can never win the battle, the barrage of discomfort, pain and stress. I can think of no place to safely lay anchor till this bruhaha storm shall pass, if the winds ever change.
Every moment feels like a fright, a fight, a good reason to hold up clench fists. And I can sense no winds of respite.
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