Textures

I don't know

If I'm the only one who has these things

But I figured I'll write about it anyway;

After all, the whole point of writing

Is to share

Your life

Your story

Your perspective

And to be open.

So.

When I close my eyes sometimes

There are textures.

Weird textures.

I can't really describe them.

Like when I'm trying to sleep

And they creep in

These cringey textures

Is all I can think to describe them

Cringey

Because they are too hard

Too soft

Too round

Too sharp

Too squishy 

Too big

Too small

Too uncomfortable

And too comfortable

All at the same time

And they come in my brain

And I'm not actually feeling them

But it feels like I am

And the textures

Are there

More often then not.

It's not a seizure or anything

Nothing to be concerned about

It's just

Weird

Like dreams

Like those inexplicable things

You can't explain

And don't care enough about

To look up

And research.

I guess I just think

That everything

The small things

The annoying things

The broken things

Deserves to be written about

Documented

Given a perspective.

So I chose

Of all the things in the world

To write

About these textures

That exist

In my head.

QueenBee

VT

13 years old

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