You know I have stuff to say. Oh, don’t you think for one second I don’t.
You know me better than that.
I don’t do silence well. I don’t do it or take it well.
Would someone please say something that means something? Would someone please tell me something that will explain all this?
I feel the silence. It slices through me and takes my breath away like an ice-cold wind in the face.
I have a lot to say. And you best believe it will be said with a fierce seriousness and with all the passion I can muster.
You best believe that what I hold inside I hold inside because I have to. Not because I want to.
And you best believe my fingers are tingling.
Today just isn’t the day.
Today, we are silent.
Today, I write and erase.