Inability comes naturally to me.
It's not the first time that I've been unable to write. It is another one of the countless days when my soul has refused to speak to me. And, now, here I sit with my teeth biting down on my tongue and my lips wandering for words in an exhausted expanse. I sit here drowsy with tedium, looking down from a veritable cliff of feigned indifference, at the surface of my subconscious that stretches out like an enormous ocean beneath the disguise of a mirror that breaks like waves on the shore of my memory and brings ashore dreams that I never could confess having dreamt.
It is all an elaborate lie...
I feel too much... I can't write today, not because there is nothing to be written about but because too much needs to be said and as I stand, in the middle of this whirlpool of tumultuous emotions, my voice is sucked into the depth of the abyss where from no word returns to telltale the sorry state of my consciousness. The hail-storm of words rains down on me but I'm unable to gather the hailstones and frame them into a sentence. I try to string them like beads into a necklace around my throat but it chokes around my vocal chords leaving me unable to speak.
I knew, words wouldn't come easy today because I've exhausted all my thoughts in my desire for you.
It's not the first time that I've been unable to write. It is another one of the countless days when my soul has refused to speak to me. And, now, here I sit with my teeth biting down on my tongue and my lips wandering for words in an exhausted expanse. I sit here drowsy with tedium, looking down from a veritable cliff of feigned indifference, at the surface of my subconscious that stretches out like an enormous ocean beneath the disguise of a mirror that breaks like waves on the shore of my memory and brings ashore dreams that I never could confess having dreamt.
It is all an elaborate lie...
I feel too much... I can't write today, not because there is nothing to be written about but because too much needs to be said and as I stand, in the middle of this whirlpool of tumultuous emotions, my voice is sucked into the depth of the abyss where from no word returns to telltale the sorry state of my consciousness. The hail-storm of words rains down on me but I'm unable to gather the hailstones and frame them into a sentence. I try to string them like beads into a necklace around my throat but it chokes around my vocal chords leaving me unable to speak.
I knew, words wouldn't come easy today because I've exhausted all my thoughts in my desire for you.
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