my mind is blank

sometimes i'm acutely aware of how little i have to say.

i sit with a group of people and i can talk nonsense for hours. but i have little of substance to say.

i've stopped being good at asking the right questions. partly maybe i just haven't cared lately?

and i've stopped being good at telling my stories.

i still do, because it's what i know to fill the spaces.

but the zest is gone.

i know that i want to meet more people.

someday maybe feel a spark.

and i'm nervous, i realized, because i'm afraid when the moment comes. i'll just sit there silent and stupid, because i have nothing left to say to anyone.

my mind is blank more than it is spinning.

and i was reminded recently, when feeling self conscious, that i forgot about chemistry.

i was linking everything to looks.

woops.

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