Today I found myself hiccupping in rhythm with the clouds outside. They moved slow, then fast, and my thoughts bounced along like misaligned stars.
Somewhere a clock whispered, tick… hic… tick… and the floor felt slightly off. I’m not sure if it was me or just the light.
Hiccups in silence, hiccups in color, hiccups in the way you forget to blink. Everything becomes a slightly wrong pattern that I can't fix.