How I can’t hear myself think and why I cannot speak
I am tired and distracted.
My mind is skittish, jumping from one thing to the other.
I have no focus.
The ideas are filling me from my toes upwards. They overwhelm me and spill out of my ears (that I try to block with music) and my eyes (that I try to block with social media feeds).
They are too ill-formed for them to leave my mouth so I try to direct them through my fingertips. I hope that they’ll appear here soon, but they dissipate before they’ve traveled the length of my restless arms.
I need touch to calm me. To massage away the mass of thoughts. To smother the sparks that threaten to light a fuse to an infinite amount of things-I’d-like-to-do-but-my-time-is-not-infinite-so-i-can’t-do-any-of-them.
I need no-strings physical contact.
There’s too much noise inside me.
I’ve no space for you inside me as well.