Blurred into my surroundings, I become
a creature made of air, and nothing more.
Sunken into the elastic depths of my brain, I roam
in the stream of my consciousness, I soar.
No thoughts behind my eyes, no thoughts at all. I
mutter no words until I am spoken to, I
manage to pull any resemblance of a functioning human being. They
are noticing they are noticing
quick act quick
think but do it quick
the ramblings in my brain go at lighting speed,
until I-
Shit.
They know that,
they realize that,
they are aware that–
Paloma Villavicencio — April 4th, 2022
