i have so much to say, so i guess i'll say nothing.

my mind refutes my own thoughts. i fire defenses in anticipation of response. i put in my solar-powered mind energy into creating a barrier, a barricade, a facade of thought and emotion. i don’t want to let you through. i go back and forth, like a tennis ball, furious, mid game, on a hot summer’s day. i orchestrate a monologue, a perceived dialogue. with an explosion of matter that takes it to the stars shooting like fireflies dancing across the big, dark, vast sky, like fireworks, mimicking dynamite piercing through a translucent paper veil, in the form of a flattering white lie.

i have so much to say, so i guess i’ll say,

nothing.