Hypergraphia
Hypergraphia.
I open a box, and my head is inside.
Haha!
My mom doesn’t like that.
An arm crawling on the ceiling.
Seems strange.
Uncomfortable, yet I can sense everything is ok.
I don’t know why.
I can write still, with my ghost arm.
I have hypergraphia.
That’s when you can’t stop writing.
It’s fun.
It’s not.
But that doesn’t matter so much.
I write very quickly.
Yet my thoughts are faster.
But also light, but also dark.
Like a train floating in outer space.
I write scary things.
My thoughts are scarier, still.
Crawling.
I can’t do much else.
Writing and crawling.
I can’t read.
But I can feel.
Hypergraphia.
It’s a fun word to write.
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