Entry tags:
Poetry - Overstimulation
Sounds? Loud.
Lights? Bright.
People are around; it feels like millions.
Words catch in my throat,
buzzing behind my eyes.
I consume every little detail,
Sounds are being processed at supersonic speeds,
Sights are punching my eyes like punching bags.
So many things being processed and slowly being backed up like an old computer.
Overstimulation..
Lights? Bright.
People are around; it feels like millions.
Words catch in my throat,
buzzing behind my eyes.
I consume every little detail,
Sounds are being processed at supersonic speeds,
Sights are punching my eyes like punching bags.
So many things being processed and slowly being backed up like an old computer.
Overstimulation..
Am I being overstimulated?
Or, is this just me being dramatic?
I don't know...
Overstimulation can be described in many ways,
how do I describe it..?
Consuming.