mia

I have been sitting here feeling confused. I have so much going on inside that feels like an explosion that isn't quite strong enough to break my skin. I move slowly but my thoughts are racing. I can't speak because I can't remember what I was saying. I can type though. I can at least type.
I yawn two hundred times a day. Each time I yawn it all feels the same. There is an intense wave of nausea followed by numbness in my chest and an upset stomach. Everything is fine now. I just want to assure everyone. At least I can breath. At least my muscles don't ache. I am not angry. I am not hungry. I am not sad. I am not worried. I am not alone. You live inside. Welcome.