2. Anything inducing a pleasurable sensation of forgetfulness, esp. of sorrow or trouble.
I don’t know where to start. SO I won’t.
I can’t. I don’t understand why I can’t.
I’ve let my fingertips flow over the keys time and time again, only to land once again on the backspace button. Erasing everything! All my thoughts and words.
They aren’t right.
They flow so elegantly within my brain while I lay silent in bed, begging for my mind to slow itself and allow me rest. Yet when placed in front of a blank slate, with all the tools to make myself heard to let everything escape and no longer wander the interiors of my skull, unable to find its place and eat me away from the inside out, my mind mimics the emptiness laid before me on the screen. Nothing! There is nothing and it resonates through me. It’s all too much. It’s not enough!
Oh hush, now.
