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.