Risky souls

I was thirteen years old and one day, under the influence of an unusual feeling, the words rushed out of my mouth like a stormy sea waves crashing into each other and getting stuck inside me. I was alone trying to interpret what happened and why I could no longer speak properly. I turned right and found next to me a drawing board and a pencil, and many ideas came to my mind, the first of which was to draw what my mind dictated to me. I finished that drawing and understood nothing from it except that my inside was scattered like my scribbles, so I wrote at the bottom of the page "Gather your scatteredness, for you are better than you think" and I was about to write because every letter is followed by another letter and every word follows another, I write without stopping as if I am obsessed.