When things happen

I hurt so bad, I’m actually numb. Everything around me seems to be moving too fast. Like a haze. A haze which may never clear. Inside me, there is a churning. A churning that does not let me breathe normally. My breaths come in sharp, short gasps. It is a feeling that is often described as, “I stood and watched on helplessly as everything around me crumbled into nothingness. And after everything was gone, I knew that standing there was of no use, but doing anything else would be of no use either.” It seems like I will spend an eternity standing and watching. No wonder everything seems to be moving too fast. Like a haze.