name. The thing that claws at my attention no matter the occasion. no matter how much I ignore it. drown it out. act as if it wasn't me. as if my name was anything other than what it was. as if I could run... run fast, run far. far enough to where the syllables can't reach me. far enough to where the aching sound of it stops screaming in my ears as I'm yelling- no, screaming for a way out. I'm screaming. why won't you hear me? I'm screaming. Why don't you see it? I'm screaming. Stop saying that name. I'm screaming. Let me be in peace. IM SCREAMING. As Juliet once said... "What's in a name...?" For I do not know that answer. Not how it should be. For I know it only by the aching of my ears and the clawing at my chest. The distaste my body trembles at as you say those dreadful words...
BENJIMAN...
