Yet another late forgotten night. Not a November one, but the emptiness persists...

this is not an excuse not even an attempt

The infamous Epic Sax Guy tune blaring out at full volume stirred her awake. Wondering why she had chosen such an obnoxious melody...

I read your words like a book composed of puzzles. Trying to solve them, I add pieces of myself to make it all complete.

You know how they say some words are not meant to be said? But what about the words that you can not utter no matter how much you try?