and just like that; i am reminded of it all.

The most extreme of deja vu's are indeed the worst, because normally the sense of nostalgia is only that extreme because you actually HAVE been in that situation before.

Coupled with the male tenor, the memories fester.
I had forgotten what you sounded like angry.
His voice is as low as yours now, his anger matches.
But he is better at hiding it.
A blessing?
His anger bursts at the seems, boiling water on the hob.
Escalating, magnifying.
The coffee table sees the worst of him, sees the hatred in his eyes as it is thrust into the air.
Sees nothing when it is crippled against a wall.
It did nothing to him, it was just within his reach.
But what if she had been within the same reach?
She is crying now, wailing for him.
You seem concerned, for Him and Her, but recollection cuts deep.
I feel the open wound tearing free the panic within me.
Upstairs, the innocent sits.
Aware of the cause, she keeps it together.
I am torn.

ooh hellooooo

thank you, maddy jogela for making me insane.
for the past two whole days, i have been inescapably speaking in a awfully composed scottish accent.
i think in sottish.
i even dream in scottish.

SOMEONE HELP ME.