Pelgris

Have you thought
In passing moment and stinging thought or dismissal and moving on. Just the moment by moment terror of too much available communication, the ability to drop a line to anyone I used to be with, anyone. The growing need to communicate, to speak, to talk, but I know I’ll get no response. This is bad, it feels bad, but when I try and all I hear is echos, that is so much worse. So I refrain, because there is only so much pain I can take and not talking to you is bad enough. But talking to you and never hearing a response is so much worse.