Yesterday

My thoughts are indescribable. Words and phrases and sentences, paragraphs and ideas all mixed into one square box of nothing. Scrambled with cheese from the dairy of other people because they don't know when to stop milking their cow. Or talking. Being so cognizant of the world around me I open my mouth to speak but only struggle to breathe against my overpowering fear. And my words fall out then, pour out of the slant on my face, tripping over each other, pushing past one another to try and formulate some sequence in which what I'm thinking can be correctly described. But see my breath is still caught in the tube connecting my heart to my brain. And all the sense that was left in me is gone so all I have is confused. I am utterly confused. The wrong words come out now with untied shoelaces and banana peels on the ground. And my eyes have been removed to see inside of me and outside of me too, to watch my words which can't begin to convey my thoughts all scrambled like letters in a game. I close my eyes and when I can no longer see the mess with which my strand of words have made, I cry. Then my thoughts disappear.