i’m disruptive. i’m addicted. i’m addicted to the sound of beauty and the taste of music. i read. i memorize. i forget. my thoughts jumble together to form an incomprehensible sentence. and then i mark a thin line across the centre of those words, strengthening its invisibility. i laugh. not loud. i whisper. so quietly. i’m not sure of much. right now, anyways. but the one thing that i am sure of is, the existence of me. of myself.