Lord Save Me

Tiny little pulses of electricity running along thin lines of reality. Pounding away, drumming, never ending. The electric pulses slam together most of them just falling then fading, then dying. Others slowly sticking together growing and gathering strength. Testing it's strength over and over. Looking for a weakness to exploit. The weakness is always their and it always starts as fear. Sometimes this fear is able to hide and outrun the relentless pounding. Sometimes this fear .... feels safe protected in control. Silly little fear you are about to grow.