held breath the space above my eyes feel as though there are worms eating up the words i try to understand with my eyes forgot to breathe flailing my hands wildly far-sighted, unfocused, hurts to squint
turn my head, the screen of my vision tilts & becomes shaky
what will happen in the following plot? i used to always picture the end when i used to give in to the crests & troughs of the static frequency
a tickling in my brain, a strong desire to flood the mind and let it run down my cheeks; violently to shake out the funny feeling that grips my throat silently & forms thoughts beyond my control.
a piece i found in my journal, written long ago around feb of 2021. i feel like i really had a way with words i can't seem to do now. we'll always have things we can improve on no matter how old you get, even if they were the same things you used to be good at.