There is no point explaining...
"I was gonna say something. I was gonna write it down."
Nothing. No sound. No response.
"I was about to do it. I was looking for the words."
The words don't come.
The words are somewhere else. Doing something fun.
They don't want to come in here and hear me torture them.
"I thought --"
Waiting. Thinking. Wondering how the sentence ends.
And then. And yet. And still.
Life is unfair.
Saturday Single No. 389
14 hours ago