Started out as an attempt to stay awake during the 8 am lecture.
Increased pulse rate, the voices of people amplified, the colours around seemed starker. Louder.
I could see mouths move, soundlessly, and what I heard was white noise.
Noise to drown thoughts, to stop thoughts from flooding the brain's crucible like New Orleans.
Words leaking in ordered
randomness from the tongue
of my tip. Chaos is comforting
when structure no longer serves it's function,
when stability is stifling and you piece together random facts to create meaning, like this.
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