3:51

tired
eyes closing slowly
as thoughts race through a
cluttered mind.
silence
has never been so loud
the whirling
and
whooshing
and
yelling
and
whispering
of all the ideas that roam my brain
each and every moment of each and every day.
i cannot speak.
the words that
take their form
behind these brown eyes
refuse to be spoken
at any point.
for anyone.
for any reason.




even if I wanted to tell you...
I couldn't.