Perfectly

           That feeling: the agonizing feeling of knowing that there is an energy force around that is unable to fade. That noise: the chattering noise of the fingernails of the nuisance just might push a being into insanity. The repetitive giggling of the spaces that should be empty are getting more conspicuous by the second—makes even the strongest of minds scatter pointlessly into the voids of the subconscious.

           Oh, the nostalgia! The bittersweet nostalgia! The nights that held the mind in torture are over. Finally, a time for the mind to release its containments; it transitions from insanity and anxiety to peace and serenity—alone.  

Kind of a depressing piece, but it explains in literate terms that my life right now, is filled with anxiety and warfare between the two haves of my mind. If you don't see past the big words, then you won't know how I'm feeling at the moment. And if you don't know what word the title derives from, you won't understand what I'm longing for. 

It's not only a test for my mind, but yours.