It's like a popping piercing sensation/feel/something? Everything just flows out, thick and constant. And the more you look into it, the more it puts forth. It just happens, sometimes, its regularity like a road accident. It's me, it's me. But everyone seems to want to believe me, to be on my side. And when the dust subsides, it never does. Left watching from the sidelines. Glad that it wasn't me. Wondering why I put myself through it.