Cough, cough.

Stumbling for the right words to say, as the letters trickle down your chin. ,How you wish for once, just this once they would come out in the right order-- they would make some god damn sense. But once again, you find yourself at a loss, a face with nothing but a blank stare. You sit and wait as the only letters you need to get out have all found a place to stay at the tip of your tongue. Just as you find yourself choking on the words you can't speak. You long to get them out, but they stick--and you sit there drowning in the letters you desperately need.




June 12th, 2007.