Eyes

Since childhood, my nerves has been wires Sparking on thoughts that never stop coming I learned to flinch at silence, mistook calm for the pause before collapse my heartbeat, an old machine grinding in the dark holding my tears, my eyes feel like static A storm behind glass, never breaking, just buzzing I envy those who breath without rehearsing it who dont drown in "what ifs" before they wake I am both the question and the echo a body taught to fear their its own pulse amd I write because this page is the only place where the static becomes something almost beautiful. 🦋🦋🦋