Talk

I don’t want to talk anymore. My throat is dry from the effort that my voice made to remind you of things. I don’t want to hear anymore. My head hurts from the sound consistently emanating from the speaker. I’d like to hide in the foggy forests of my mind without needing to say goodnight, much less goodbye at least until my chest is still and I’m ready to walk into the sunshine. I guess you could say I’m tired of dense words on deaf ears especially if there’s never any listening regardless of the countless echoed statements. Here we are—full circle.

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