some days i have no fear: no eyes or minds to judge. just a single critic, whose thoughts, even i can sway. words are difficult. i must hold mine, when i have them, and when i don’t, they are unreachable. words are difficult. my head is filled with everything ever said ever said everything everythingevery— stop. crashcrash. down. voices diffuse through my skull and collide with my processors which whir in ways you wouldn’t expect (from me) . those eyes and minds have mouths that speak and thus i fear i fright i might— but i won’t.