Animating Innate Vibrance

Inside. We feel a collide. Like a flying dinosaur. Like our core that pours. Inside. We feel something like pride. We do not feel as if we are in a prison. More like- a window that melts like resin. Inside, Inside. We live with insects that cried. Those bugs that cause us to twitch. Those bugs that make us cackle like a witch. Inside… We…cried. Tears like alphabet soup. Fingers like goop. Inside, dadada. We cry as if it’s our last hurrah. But instead, we use our melting hands. Our minds tangled like hair strands. Inside. We write because it is raining outside. Out there. It’s like outer space, for all we care. Inside we are animated. We write as if we are ill fated. But there is more- Paper scattered on the floor. Inside. Not like outside. Where we have tools all around. But instead we write without a sound.