Has something clicked? Snapped? Crackled? Popped?
Is this fleeting, or have I grown a spine somehow?
It's like a raging hurricane in my heart has been trapped in a sound-proof cage; it roars and crashes, it whips back and forth, still (like Willow Smith's hair...), but I've finally gone deaf. And if it sticks, it might just be a handicap that saves my life.