Blah Blah Blah

Talking and talking but nothing is said.
Wishing, missing, trying too hard.
I get to the point that words aren't enough.
The things I want to say.
the ideas in my mind, are useless.
And what isn't said, is really too much.

Words.
They come out and hang in midair.
Wasted, empty words.
Space fillers.
An attempt to fill a silence that is just too much to bear.
Words that fail miserably, making things awkward.
Words that make us shift in our seats, pull at our clothes.

Silence comes.
A painful hollow silence.
An endless emptiness that so many before tried and failed to fill.
A silence that eats at us from the inside out
until we can bear it no longer.
Words stumble out, tripping, falling on our ears.
Words that sometimes make no sense.
So we laugh.

Realizing the silence is broken,
Hoping it will never return,
Knowing it is impossible to avoid.

Days will come full of silence.
Silence that will also pass.