it's not even talking so much as screaming at the top of my lungs. i'm screaming and screaming and screaming and my throat hurts and my body's trembling, but i don't know what else to do.
YOU ARE READING
float
Random[finished] thoughts are whispers floating in the wind, capturing every part of our being in the way only we know [lowercase intended]
trembling
it's not even talking so much as screaming at the top of my lungs. i'm screaming and screaming and screaming and my throat hurts and my body's trembling, but i don't know what else to do.
