My head is in overload. My eyes have become acutely attuned to each granule within the colored spectrum. Light no longer travels in rays. Each pigment vibrates, dancing its distraction. Walls, tables, and ceilings are a mosaic of buzzing pixels.
Sounds are heard everywhere but nowhere. There is a ring doused upon passing time. Noises are caught with precision, the sound bites however, are jigsaw pieces belonging to an unsolvable puzzle.
Darkness is coveted. Emersion in a blackened sanctuary however, does not extinguish the clutter. Dim light just enhances my ears prickability. Darkness holds no remedy. Its presence just seems to saturate my other 4 senses with visual obscurity.
The sound of my clothing grazing my body has me diving for the best Polyblend fabric my meager fashion allowance can buy. Clothing tags are snipped prior to their assault. All apparel is washed pre-wear to decrease the “new smell” and “new wear” sensory pungency. Fashion is a constant battle between comfort and conformity.
Life needs a muzzle. Noise canceling headphones are worn with no music playing in an attempt to mute life. My eyes squint, my skin prickles, my breaths pause, my ears clench. This is survival.
Life is spent fighting for a livelihood. I am constantly seeking a state of functional sensory dysfunction. Years of hypervigilance and perpetual agitation have allowed me to master the art of infiltration without explosion. Millions of children are living in a heighten sense of reality. Help them make sense of it.