I’m still here, I think I feel myself climbing back into my body sometimes I feel my cheeks filling back up with color somehow the voice that tells me to speak is melting back into my heart and away from my brain
and my lips are non-robotic my lips are real
and I didn’t put on any makeup and my face is mine, not a small glass bottle’s
I want everything I want nothing
I’m melted crayons, I think I’m mixing together and I don’t care because I’m warm and melting
I’m mixed up but make complete sense like atoms or balloons. I want to sing.