consumed by thoughts but mouth not work, tongue left aside.
a simple ritual a thing so natural but the syllables still hide.
it’s only you and it’s only me, i wonder just how easy talking should be.
the silence whips in like the tide, but just incase.
if you endeavor the news or the weather could end this orquard sp-ce.
mid) just take a deep breath and start again, say how are you doin’ and my name is…