Sometimes I think I have lost the words to say.
I used to think my vocabulary was limited. Now I discover my vocabulary bank is completely empty. Maybe I'm sick of the repetitions, maybe I can feel that my friends are sick of my repeated recounts. And so, I have learnt to keep quiet.
What's new?
If anything, I can't feel more upset to come home seeing the gate locked. And no matter how loudly Harry barked, no one came. I struggled with the lock, and entered the house to be confronted with a second obstacle. My locked room. I didn't even attempt to knock. I was too tired to speak.
I always thought the worst feeling is that of being misunderstood. Now I think I have a new perspective. It could be that of being abandoned.
I used to think my vocabulary was limited. Now I discover my vocabulary bank is completely empty. Maybe I'm sick of the repetitions, maybe I can feel that my friends are sick of my repeated recounts. And so, I have learnt to keep quiet.
What's new?
If anything, I can't feel more upset to come home seeing the gate locked. And no matter how loudly Harry barked, no one came. I struggled with the lock, and entered the house to be confronted with a second obstacle. My locked room. I didn't even attempt to knock. I was too tired to speak.
I always thought the worst feeling is that of being misunderstood. Now I think I have a new perspective. It could be that of being abandoned.
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