⠀ ✩ [ his left hand, one of vibranium, ran it's fingers through his hair as a shaky breath ran through him. of course he understood that issue affected far more than just himself, he'd had to have been a fool to believe otherwise. but that was one of the hardest parts for bucky to wrap his head around; that other people went through this kind of turmoil and saw the other side. he knew that should bring him something akin to comfort but it only isolated him further. how did they do it? how could he step out of his own way? he ran his teeth over his bottom lip in thought.
it took a second, but he returned from the wheel of his thoughts to respond. ] sometimes. sometimes it's.. [ a pause would follow, seemingly unsure of how to put the feeling into words. as someone in therapy, the term evaded him regardless. ] sometimes it's nightmares in the day time, when i'm awake. / not / a hallucination. [ he clarified. ]
