
Echoes of silence in a crowded room
whispers s c r a t c h like
sandpaper on nerves
fluorescent flickers = needles in eyes
tick tock tick tock
(time stretches ∞ elastic ∞ snaps)
words float
d
o
w
n
a waterfall of meaning
I cannot grasp
emotions:
nebulous clouds
shifting shapes
I name them wrong
always wrong
(am I wrong?)
routine: lifeline | prison
shattered by unexpected
d
e
v
i
a
t
i
o
n
s
joy?
a distant bird song
through soundproof glass
I press my ear against cold panes
straining to hear
alone
in a sea of faces
expressions blur
like words in a foreign tongue
I am an island
of misunderstanding
touch:
<too much>
{not enough}
[make it stop]
(don't let go)
the world: a puzzle
missing pieces
edges don't align
I don't f i t
gray
days
blur
into
endless
fog
in the quiet corners of my mind
a small voice whispers:
y o u a r e e n o u g h
(but the echoes don't believe)
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