I wish I could tell you

but I've got nothing to say

not a word

not even an inaudible grunt

nothing with meaning and

a whole lot of nothing at that

I wish I could say

anything at all

oh, look at this tender moon… how it watches us all

nothing like that

I've got no words at all

I grew up silent

and I'm fine with that

not mute, but still… no words… not a grunt…

but I've said that before

it seems it should be colder now

more disturbed

as I see it… it should be bleak

like it seems… like it feels… like it should be…

but no…

… it's just dark

like night

… is it night?

I wish I could tell you

but I have nothing to say

I've always wondered why I still speak

my insides are as silent as my outside should be

…

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