My head is pounding with ideas fighting to be heard.

I’m straining to listen.

There’s so many.

I can’t concentrate.

It seems overwhelming.

 

So I put my pen to paper and sigh a breathe of relief,

As the thoughts I couldn’t hear

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P

I

L

L

out of me.

I look down to see, staring up at me

The words I was trying to say.