I shout at my Mum and I don't know why. She has been telling me I have got increasingly more aggressive to her and swear a lot more. Most of the time, I cannot shout.
We laugh about how I shout that I have forgotten about my nails. At least they are not painted dark red. There is hesitation between my hands when they are empty. I grasp things around me too much. Sometimes I wave my hands in excess. They distract from what I’m saying. They leave patches. I could say more. I find it difficult to do nothing.
I wish I could skateboard. Push off with my foot. Glide and weave between these people. I can only walk.
I look at lakes and empty rooms and think that I will be big enough to fill them sometime. I am not currently finished. I have to breathe. Count. This is my head. I scream for no obvious reason but my jaw hurts from all this smiling.
Most of the time, I cannot shout. I peel things off my wall and can only shout at Question Time.
We laugh about how I shout that I have forgotten about my nails. At least they are not painted dark red. There is hesitation between my hands when they are empty. I grasp things around me too much. Sometimes I wave my hands in excess. They distract from what I’m saying. They leave patches. I could say more. I find it difficult to do nothing.
I wish I could skateboard. Push off with my foot. Glide and weave between these people. I can only walk.
I look at lakes and empty rooms and think that I will be big enough to fill them sometime. I am not currently finished. I have to breathe. Count. This is my head. I scream for no obvious reason but my jaw hurts from all this smiling.
Most of the time, I cannot shout. I peel things off my wall and can only shout at Question Time.