Relapse into silence.
Hard to talk.
One of those times when there's too much
Yet nothing to say.
The pen in my hand feels awfully heavy today;
It carries words that drag it down with their weight.
Can't help but wonder how this paper can hold them.
I'm sick of this thunderstorm in my mind.
The synapes in my brain fizzle and pop,
So damn bright it nearly blinding.
How is there silence in a storm that's raging?
It always comes with the worst timing.