where a 1000 words flow

they are all over the place! scattered, spontaneous, and very strange. he blocks them with his phone. Takes a deep breath; starts over. They move around and multiply making his head spin. the house floats in silence. nothing’s interrupting. no disturbances to turn to but the phone – which dies right there. Those damn batteries never last long enough. his feet feel numb. he tries to think very hard. is it fear or is it all the hours of fidgeting in the same awkward position. a crisp light shines through the blinds. he wonders what might be behind those windows if he were to look again. he knows it’ll be something different, and the thought terrifies him. he tries very hard to concentrate. they’re starting to surround him up close now, smelling like burnt sugar and freshly cut grass. they manage to fill his legs like a fat handful of wiggling worms. he doesn’t resist – reaching for the blinds. they pump through his lungs. there lies a purple lagoon surrounded by dead tree trunks. he can tell they’ve made it into his skull – right where he struggles to focus. the lagoon swells into a blob of color and chaos.