Words
pictures
music notes
hide
run
scram
from me
as I release them.
Everything becomes
j
u
m
b
l
e
d
and
m
i
x
e
d
up
when I know
it was clear
just microseconds before.
But somewhere between
my brain
and
my tongue
my skin
my hands
my pencil
art supplies or
keyboard
everything
u
n
r
a
v
e
l
s
into lonely letters
parts of phrases
broken visuals
incorrect colors
seemingly random numbers
and
disjointed noise
until I can put them all back
in my head for a bit
to reestablish sense
before attempting
to let them out again.