Fishes

A thoem thabout thepilepsy, and thillar

I wish I could be more alive than anyone else
And sit for a whole day, without moving
If I didn’t have epilepsy
in the part of my mind that perceives colours
Oh,
One day, I could open the curtains
And see many fibres stand on end
Then I would do well, in your society
You’d consider me a pillar
We’d converse in speeches entirely of filler
If I didn’t steal
from people I don’t want to know
And
Laugh, constantly, at your pathetic attempts to
breathe
because it isn’t working; you’re dying
And I’m not even trying
If I had ever learnt to read
If I had ever learnt to write
I would wish I could be more than anyone else alive