It made me angry.

It is unusual for me to feel provoked. In a way that every cell in my bloodstream outrages against something or someone, beyond my control.

And yet it happened. I felt it. Absolute anger. Uncontrollable hatred.

It started with “something is wrong” feeling inside my stomach. It started getting stronger, birthing the heaviness in my chest.

But then, I talked myself out of it, or at least I thought I had.

I had not.

When my brain realized it is still there, it became worse. My heart pounded faster now. Followed by an urge to run away.

Run away from this time, run away from this place, run away from this world.

In hindsight, it was me wanting to get away from myself and my feelings.