Sunday

the house is quiet and my thoughts are this weird combination of also being so quiet but loud at the same time, just a quiet loud weird internal swarm of letters falling off of words that are hovering in there wanting to be something actual, sentences that tell me what i think, but they aren’t together at all, they move towards one another and then they break apart again and drip all down inside me i can feel it and kind of hear it like a light buzzing.