XCLVII.

It's almost like there's nothing to say.
I am blank.
Empty.
At a loss for words, but at a loss for so much more as well.
It's the start to a cold winter, and my blood has just started boiling.
I don't know what else to to say.
Today was just not my day.
If I lied down on these train tracks.
Would you save me from all that I lack.

I didn't even yell this time.
I bit my tongue.
And I shut up, because thats what you do sometimes.

All of these words mean shit.