I look at the blank page,
A flood of thoughts inundate my preoccupied mind.
I stare. I blink. I stare. I think. I stare.
I want to say so much, but those last words left me a long time back.
I want to show so much, but those images are fused in an incomprehensible mosaic.
I want to express so much, but those emotions are deep within me now,
Calm, still, controlled.
I have a lot left to move on from, a lot left to get over.
But I am tired, fatigued, numb.
How much more do I scream and shout?
How much more do I say?
How much more do I pretend to ignore?
How much more do I turn away?
I think they all know now,
But you,
You still don't.
