dizzy and blinded

This has been the most terrifying ride that life has ever taken me on. Even now, the rush of everything hasn't faded from my eyes, and I'm still seeing afterimages of moments-now-redundant. Now-irrelevant. I can't seem to make sense of the chronological sequence of things sometimes. It all happened in one burst, a million sparks dashed against my world... I don't know which feelings to deny, which to embrace. I'm still wary. Because I'm still afraid of having happiness ripped from my grip again.

I'm just glad the storm is settling at last, for now.