Hypergraphia

Simpler and synplir words… Distressing me more and moor… Then the scribbles start. It’s like- poking and prodding. And the poking and prodding is distracting me. My hands are burnt out. But still I am- Scribbling and writing until the page is filled. Then going over again. And crossing things out, but never erasing. If I erase something, the memory dies. Paper is spread around the room. I need bigger paper… Or else it doesn’t make sense. The words are crumbling, The words are ckrumling… ing…ing…ing.