Stillness and silence were all I could hope for …
Ancient words kept flying around.
Right behind my forehead, chaotic phonemes forcibly formed foreign words.
Hubo palabras huecas en idiomas conocidos.
Dissonant sounds were known incongruent words in disguise.
In between my ears, there was a constant resonance:
a noisy CRY for silence.
Under my lips: accents and exclamation marks.
Silence failed me!
Words lacked meaning.
… there was not enough confusion in any language that could explain mine.