Sometimes the voices get too loud and my fingers can't quite

rush

rush

rush

over the keys fast enough.

The words come spilling out, flowing across the page as the words and sentences

d

i

s

o

l

v

e

around me,

fading into incomprehensive mumbles.

My heart races and the ink flies.

I feel it touching my skin like tears and blankets, calming me.

The storm fades and the waves return to their normal currents,

f

l

o

w

i

n

g

a

c

c

r

o

s

s

my thoughts.

gently, y, mind mind goes dark with oblivion.