Silence

Paragraphs coloured by digression, exagerrated emotions, tears that seem wasted on paper, verbose panegyrics, cynical extrapolations, half hearted smiles, cheap imitations, myriad incomplete text files, pretentious, unreachable, pauses in mid sentence, desperation, the agony of expression. If only... if only... if only...

Straight from Kaaju Katli's Clavicle. What I cannot write, I will rejoice in.

Yes
I could write today
of things left unsaid
if only it wouldn’t
hurt so much;
I could write today
of things left undone
if only it wouldn’t
tear me to shreds;
I could write today
of the untouched,
unclaimed, untorn good,
I would probably
write today
if only I could.