filling in a gap.
he said to himself,
"i feel like i am being
squeezed by the silence
of my own thoughts."
and he couldn't think much
about anything other than the
brief and incomplete conversation
he held with the clouds that
passed him by.
almost inexistent, he faded.
like the sun at dusk, he waited.
pouring out himself to the world, he fainted.
reminded of how round his little sisters eyes were.
how they grew wide when she heard him stutter
and from his mouth spilled the sound of ugly screams
that screeched to the top of his hollow lungs, he yelled
for the world to see that
it was difficult for him to be himself,
that it was difficult to be me.
