Can you hear me?
My breaths and silent screams.
My eyes are shooting stars into space
My fingers are weaving planets into galaxies, spinning universes from my fingertips.
I’m thinking too fast, too hard
Words swirl like the Milky Way on the tip of my tongue
But I say nothing.
It slides down back into my throat, burning it like fire
The smoke fills my lungs and my head
I can’t breathe
There are no lulls in this conversation, no soft contemplation, no moment of silence
I can’t find a space or a time to start
Can you hear me?
Will you?