Everything

I want to write about everything

the steady rain

the misery

the end of school

the upcoming event

the natural world

the current political universe of doom

but I can't phrase it

I need to say it all

but I can't

nothing is enough

I scream it into the world

but I am not heard

and I am too quiet

and I want to say everything

I want to say it all

I want to tell the world everything

I want to tell the book characters the plot

how their mentor dies in the next book

I want to tell anyone anything

I need to let out all of my words

all of my emotions

but how?

I can't get them out right

they don't phrase well

and I don't know what I want to say, exactly.

I just want to say it all

to say everything

to scream it

but it's hard to hear people right when they scream words because screaming is not a good way of transferring messages

but I want to say everything

I want to experience life

I want to know what everything means

what everything is

I need to know

I need to say

but I don't know how.

I had the same problem when I was little

I hadn't learned how to talk yet

and I could only scream

only yell

and no one knew what I was talking about

but eventually I learned hand signs

like more

and all done

but now

how do I convey my words?

I need to say everything

it's building up inside me

and I just have to wait

wait until I overflow

until I learn the hand signs

until I learn the language

how?

Calico Frost

VT

13 years old

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  • Empty Space

    It’s over

    they’ve left

    their farewell party has ended

    the streamers lying in crumpled heaps on the ground

    the paper chains that had once hung on the walls have fallen,

  • Sentimentality

    Sentimentality

    all the time

    wishing to be younger

    to be somewhere else.

    I wish that I was in fourth grade again

    and everyone was friends

    and everyone was happy and content

  • Enough

    Constantly

    all the time

    I feel like crying

    I've just had enough

    enough of the girls accidentally hitting us with balls in P.E. class without them apologizing

    enough of depressing experiences and losses;