speechless

Do you ever just have not much to say? Some combination of random thoughts and complex images, a slightly sour taste of carbohydrates turning into sugars that comes from a meal eaten an hour ago, a blinky wetness that comes from tired, a song that reminds you of an uncle, and makes you feel sad to know that he will die, an accidental eye contact with a stranger with a mean mouth on the train, who stares at you with hostility and you kind of can’t help but look back at, a quietness that comes from having just woken from a nap, a cloudy patchwork thinking time, no narrative.