let's start from here

my fingers stroked the bumpy bind of my notebook over and over. the bind ticked like the sound of a little sewing machine. the repetitive tone calmed. i held a blant 2B pencil (i only write with 2B), and i closed my eyes, waiting for something to write. my tongue tickled the roof of my mouth and the page is still empty.

i bit my lips and drew instead.

the racing heart

fingers trembled

of breaking sweat

the eyes stung

when i watch my mum laugh like she was about to pee

when my dad slaps my bum even though i'm already 30

when i bicker with my parents and crack them up

my heart would go i love u with a smily face.