everything & nothing

for once, the ceiling fan hummed louder than the click of the keyboard.

because for once, i had nothing to say.

nothing and everything, all at the same time.

everything to say.

but nothing i could.

i had everything of why's

and everything of how's

and everything of remember when's

everything of words

all the right words

and everything of questions

i had everything of humid nights in august

and nothing of september

and that

was the problem.

my hands, like paperweights on the keys.

feeling every letter

every word

everything

and nothing.

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can't honestly remember when or why i wrote this, but i dug it up recently!
and now i am mysterious even to myself and that's kind of fun.

read more of my random soulful/angsty?/ponderous writings herrrre.

words and stuff,
katilda