Words?

Hey. You're not supposed to be scared. I'm the scared one here.
Yes. But I'm the one who trusted a stranger.
Just another emo phase you know.
I'll be over everything. Just give me a week.
A month.
A year.


What is one to do, when one runs out of things to say? Or words to say what they mean... Perhaps it is easier to just say nothing.
But the silence says it all.
You could at least have the courtesy to look.
To search for those words.
Believe me, they can't be that hard to find.
Every day, people have words. Have things to say. With no problem at all.
I wish I had words.

Words come to me. All the time. A constant flow. Like a river.
The thing about rivers is, they don't just stop. Not that they don't want to. They can't.
Nor can the words in my head.
As soon as they reach me, and I have a grasp on them, they are gone again. Off to wherever lost thoughts go.

How lonely it must be to be a thought. So often ignored.

I think I'll just stop thinking... Hopefully then the words will have somewhere to rest. Maybe. If only for a moment.