11/14/2023

Nov 14

Written By Ambar G

Someone’s tampered with the volume

The muscles in my face are harder to command

My hands can’t connect with anything

Not even each other

I catch myself gazing through objects

Hoping I develop x-ray vision

Anything that helps me find the molecules making up the world around me

Then I can reassure myself it’s real

That I’m real…

I come back to find myself in fragments of routines

Moving with distinct direction but lacking purpose

I reach for the drive

For the anger I know fueling it

I attempt to sift through the sounds

The noises hold me in place

The buzzing of the fluorescent lights linger all day

At night the buzzing intensifies

Louder and louder it goes…

Until it’s current enters my body to take hold of my soul

I’m unreachable

I will do anything to get away

Liar