I'm at a loss
Sometimes words fail me. They float close by me but far enough away so I can not reach them. I see them but I don’t hear what they say to me. Clinging in the air as if they are stuck on a fly strip. Pulling and fluttering until their wings are exhausted. Those pesky words who try and elude me. I do have much to say. I have too much to say .So the buzzing of their sticky wings annoy me. Annoy me to the point of drowning white noise. This noise could be a comfort. But seldom silence is. A screaming match with the sky would be more suiting for me now. I’m afraid though the sky is at a loss for words as well. So I guess I will sit within this silence and listen to what it wants me to say… I’ll tell it all to you later.