Card
after card
after card
it keeps going
the stack endless
the family tree sprawling
stretching
growing
by the second.
I have to write it all down
I can't even remember who wanted to read my speech
but it's a mess
and someone just rang the doorbell.
Sigh.
The fear
well, more like terror
and self-consciousness
and discomfort
that comes with thinking that someone is looking at you
their eyes on you
it's truly horrible
The rain scares me
intimidates me
loud and imposing and looming
often arriving with thunder
lightning
sometimes power outages
The rain comforts me
soft drizzles rinsing out the hardships
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
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