They’re here somewhere. It’s almost three in the morning and I can’t sleep because I can feel them. They won’t let me.
They're somewhere underneath. Waiting. Crouching. Ready to pounce. Looking for a way out. Stringing themselves together. Lazily floating through each other, joining, disassembling. I close my eyes and the letters are right there, behind my eyelids. All jumbled up and swimming around me randomly.
I have to let them out. They leave me no choice.
I’m glad they don’t.