Some days I want to scream.
Just scream at the top of my lungs, but with no energy or motivation to actually open my mouth and produce any kind of sound at all, I sit there in silence. The kind of silence that is so full of the echoes of screams never screamed that it feels like you’re the one being screamed at, constantly, by the very air surrounding you and days like these it won’t stop. Scream after scream silently manifesting from the looping need and inability to scream.
I feel like E.T. wanting to phone home. Only I can’t remember the number.