Hypergraphia

Hypergraphia. I open a box, and my head is inside. Haha! My mom doesn’t like that. An arm crawling on the ceiling. Seems strange. Uncomfortable, yet I can sense everything is ok. I don’t know why. I can write still, with my ghost arm. I have hypergraphia. That’s when you can’t stop writing. It’s fun. It’s not. But that doesn’t matter so much. I write very quickly. Yet my thoughts are faster. But also light, but also dark. Like a train floating in outer space. I write scary things. My thoughts are scarier, still. Crawling. I can’t do much else. Writing and crawling. I can’t read. But I can feel. Hypergraphia. It’s a fun word to write.