I'm bored of not being what I say
Stillstand too rushes when it takes a place inside my body, do you know that feeling of a fast silence? Air vibrates as a refrigerator when you sleep at a friend's place and glass of ice cold water wants you to approach and understand that sound at approximately 3:30AM. I know factually, in these moments that it cannot be that my breath's is twice as fast as it was just mere seconds ago, I know how it still fills my lung and everything bodily reacts like normal times are upon us. They are not, they are rushing, and tearing from the inside out my brain into a lumpy concept best described as finding knots deep in your unstraight hair, in the back where you never bother to brush anyway. I am to believe this is some sort of trick played by my consciousness, I try to explain, and they cannot grasp the order of these words in a line to a sentence. there is no way to paint or draw this to make them understand how scared I am when those first moments of fastness announce themselves, ...
