Hush.
The way I feel now is the way I'm always feeling. Hesitant to say what's on my mind, hesitant to say there is truly anything that's on my mind worth saying. And I look around me and I listen and read all the voices, all the sentences strung together like beads of pearls while my own is raspy from the smoke and I am silent as a crustacean.
I'm no speaker of the Spoken Word. I like to be profound but I cannot make a sound and all that I can do is let this go like bait into the Electronic Ocean.
I wish I were a pair of ragged claws scuttling across silent seas.