We forget what we lost, that we loved,
but we lose what we forget to love.
It’s frustrating to want to speak when you can’t, so instead you try and write but it’s impossible, so you try and think it through and you feel blank.
Yet, I could die as speechless as I am now,
And still have more to say than I could in one lifetime.
I imagine an amazing book written with empty pages by a man who already had said everything in the title.
Shut up, read my mind, and go to sleep.