A-Non-Sequitur

I’ve got to keep writing,
even on days such as these,
when my words would much rather sit beneath my tongue and rot. Don’t bother with me today; I’ve got a lot resting on the containment of my thoughts. There is nothing like having something to say so desperately and finding that the silence is louder than it has ever been. If I screamed, my voice would be drowned by my lips, and never touch the open air. You know this feeling, you’ve been here before—- in the living room some years ago, and the people around you discussing their future—-in the car next to him or her, when there is a defiant line that needs to be drawn—- in your bedroom, when you’ve been pinned as the problem—- in the middle of two people you love, dearly, playing referee.