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I was wide awake, and yet part of me was so glassed-off and numb I was practically in a coma.
I hate to disappoint, but I just lay there, curled in a ball, shaking in pure terror.
Consciousness of unconsciousness
61I am prepared to ... assert that inspiration has something in common with a convulsion, and that every sublime thought is accompanied by a more or less violent nervous shock which has its repercussions in the very core of the brain.
My heart is flailing, thumping in my chest like a bird caught in a cage, wanting to be wild again.
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
As jittery as a caffeine addict outside a closed Starbucks.
I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.
suppressed hysteria.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
What the hell is that?"
I jumped and glanced over to see Kristof staring at Grady, who was waving his arms, rolling his eyes, shaking and moaning.
"I think he's possessed," I said.
"By what? Epilepsy?
Grief-stricken. Stricken is right; it is as though you had been felled. Knocked to the ground; pitched out of life and into something else.
Upright in my bed, my pulse racing as I untangled myself from my sheets. Beads of sweat trickled down my skin, sticking my t-shirt to my back. I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few times, seeing if my room stayed in place. Nothing budged and I relaxed. It had been a dream, just like it had
But now I am cabined, cribbed, confined, bound in To saucy doubts and fears.
There is nothing more abominable than being in a state of bodily exhaustion and mental irritation; I was too lethargic to get up and seek some means of occupying my mind, but I was too uneasy to fall asleep.
A nightmare has taken hold of my body. Lunacy has dug its way inside my mind.
She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.
What a person becomes in such a situation is paralyzed - caught in one long, sustained, intolerable present. Who
My hands twitch as they tremble and every nerve and muscle in my body is frozen - numb.
Nothing paralyzes quite like fear.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
My palms were sweaty despite the aridity, and my heart beat at an accelerated pace. What if she had been kidnapped? Or momnapped. Fucking napped!
I am free. I am haunted. But if nothing else, I am wide awake.
All these details took but a moment to apprehend yet the impression made upon Mr. Segundus by the two ladies was unusually vivid --almost supernaturally so-- like images in a delirium. A queer shock thrilled through his whole being his senses were overwhelmed and he fainted away.
Frazzled and delirious, as I've just finished a new book of stories. I feel like Moses staggering down the mountainside with the tablets of stone.
In the stillness of the mind I saw myself as I am - unbound.
He lay still and quiet. He absorbed the enveloping darkness, slowly relaxed his limbs from end to end, eased and regulated his breathing, gradually cleared his mind of all thought, closed his eyes, and was completely incapable of getting to sleep.
I couldn't move. Never been hit by anything that powerful.
Overwhelmed.
Lost.
Falling.
My chest heaved. I shook. I pulled Kabe hard against me, turned my face into his chest. My eyes burned, my chest seized and I bawled like a baby.
She's disoriented, her visions cluttered, random memories running adrift in her mind.
It felt like his head was spinning faster than his body, and his stomach flipped over with the dizziness.
Thought expands, but paralyzes; action animates, but narrows.
There is but a gentle stillness inside every cerebral. Tiny waterfalls of blood vessels rushing, becoming lethal.
I'm delirious because I'm dying so fast.
Awake,chaos:we have napped.
My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.
I find I'm unable to speak, unable to move, snared in his serious gaze like some kind of frightened rabbit
Engaged, yet detached. Active, yet calm. Moving, yet still. This is how it is to be awake in the world.
I was flesh thirst desire dust blood lips cracking feet blistered knees skinned hips bruised, but I was so happy not to be napping on a sofa under a blanket with an older man by my side and a baby on my lap.
So many dreams wiped out in one split second
myself under control.
Her lids tremble and her eyeballs look like they might disappear into her head.
There was a dense fog in my brain,impenetrable to any coherent thought,except the dull obsession of counting the minutes - an aching state of semi concsiousness and numb idiocy.
Stung by the splendour of a sudden thought.
I felt a kind of numbness, an enervation, but more particularly an odd fragility - as if my body had actually become frail, hypersensitive and somehow disjointed and clumsy, lacking normal coordination. And soon I was in the throes of a pervasive hypochondria.
Freeze or panic.
My nose was running, I couldn't see worth shit and my brain was still frozen in abject terror.
Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain
My hands felt electrically charged. My blood was ready to burst from my veins and my heart was beating a manic rhythm. I was frightened out of my wits but I was catching a familiar, addictive adrenaline wave. I was ready to taunt the reaper.
Twin terrors: to be awake; to be asleep.
If I want to realize totality in my consciousness, I have to relate myself to an immense, ludicrous, and painful convulsion of all of humanity.
It was like a dream in which one is being pursued, nearly caught and will be killed, and is rooted to the spot and cannot even move one's arms.
The moved and the shaken.
He stared in something like disbelief. He'd seen a man convulse after being struck by a bolt of lighting once.
Watching the marionettes was just that pleasant.
You seem ... unsettled." Was "unsettled" another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.
Everything in me turns on and shuts down at the same time. I am weak and strong. I am terrified and brave. I am lost and found. I am here and gone. I'm afraid I'm going to stop breathing again.
Numb. He felt everything. He couldn't feel anything.
I think I'm a little concussed.
dozed off with my consciousness slightly ajar.
I am lost! Someone has taken over my mind and is controlling it! Someone is in command of all my actions, movements, and thoughts. I am nothing inside, merely a spectator enslaved and terrified by everything I do.
I reel in an uncanny intoxication of emotions, on minute bewildered and then frightened then the next, I swing from exhaustion to mania, from depression to tranquility and beneath it all, excitement fizzes as if my blood is filled with gas.
Let convulsions shake the solid earth, let the skies themselves be rent in twain, yet amid the wreck of worlds the believer shall be as secure as in the calmest hour of rest.
Strenuous occasions where (jumpy, un-opiated, wracked to the last synapse),
I was in the midst of a medium-sized panic attack.
Eyes wide and blank as the buttons on a first Communion coat.
What was excitement when he was wakeful melted into dread when he was tired.
Every nerve in her body shrieked, then died. She was numb.
The atmosphere was electrified by the orgasm with which the strong and secure are overcome when confronted with the visible frailty of someone worse off than themselves.
As I have said, I am comparatively speaking calm, do not wish for anything, or expect anything, am resigned in fact to that kind of spiritual paralysis until the time comes when bodily paralysis carries me off, as it carried off my father.
The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.
We slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name - for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.
His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.
Im not tense, just terribly, terribly alert. Nick
had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
Suddenly I was struck motionless: I was living through the first chapter of a novel in which I was the heroine; she was still almost a child, but we, too, were growing up.
Alex fainted-"
"I didn't faint," I grumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.
Aiden's lip curved up on one side. "Okay. She was suddenly not walking or talking anymore ...
I swear to you, sirs, that excessive consciousness is a disease
a genuine, absolute disease.
Tipping my head back, I screamed.
Unlocked from the depths of my soul, it kept coming and coming. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't comprehend what I'd become - the things I had done. And when I stopped, it was only because my throat was raw.
I felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. My nightly bloodlust overflowed into my days and I had to leave the city. My mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. This was the bone season for me and I needed a vacation.
paralyzed by the past, caught in the amber of loss.
Some time just after one and somewhere in between awake and asleep, Sophie moved beneath him again. Tangled limbs. Entwined fingers. Damp cheeks. Bruised hearts.
I'm in my usual state up here in the commentary box: high tension, heart beating like a trip hammer, whatever that is.
Full and aching and tingling and spiraling, hanging on for dear life, letting go of every other thought and focused only on one thing - let it go, let it go, let it go.
I stood in unimaginable trance And agony that cannot be remembered.
I remained motionless, like a ventriloquist's dummy whose ventriloquist has gone off to the local and left it sitting.
In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion.
immersed in a seemingly never-ending stream of thoughts, coming willy-nilly one after another in rapid succession.
cabin, eyes wide, face gone white.
He dozed off, into a dreamless oblivion, for what seemed like seconds but was in fact hours, and awoke hungover, the inner surface of his skull pulsing like a single, giant nerve being chewed by some ruminant animal.
My brain had begun to endure its familiar siege: panic and dislocation, and a sense that my thought processes were being engulfed by a toxic and unnameable tide that obliterated any enjoyable response to the living world.
She was uneasy, perturbed to her last fibre. She wanted to remain clear, with no touch on her. A wild instinct made her shrink away from any hands which might be laid on her.
...I experienced a sudden ache -- part desolation, part panic -- to observe the speed with which this mate, this familiar, was transforming herself into a separate person.
I was dozing on the sand, drowsy from the heat of the fire, when Naji shook me awake hours later. I rolled over and looked at him. "You're alive," he said. "Course I'm alive," I snapped. "You're the one who keeps passing out.
So bleary with jet lag that she could not sleep or make any sense in conversation, and feeling that her brain was a haunted house in which bats flew randomly from one attic beam to another,
Sleep felt miles away, and he couldn't shake the despair and hopelessness that coursed through his body and mind -
It is as though horror has frozen the blood in my veins, paralyzed my arms, and torn all thought from my brain with the swipe of a paw. I sit there, flying on, and continue to stare, as though mesmerised, at the Cauldron on my left.
I passed out from stress? That's it?" "I believe the princess term is fainted," said Thorne. Cinder smacked him.
Wasn't I rapt?
Wasn't I ravished?
Then, suddenly, almost ecstatically, he felt sleepy.
Her head felt like elephants were doing the merengue on her cerebellum.
She had been a princess in a faraway kingdom when a jolt like a thousand bolts of electricity forced her eyes wide open.