Conversation

It's been almost a year

Of this

You know what I'm talking about

But I won't bore you with that

I wish I could just sleep

Tonight

All night

Because there's work to be done tomorrow

But I won't talk about that either

The future is a vast emptiness

Full of chaos, fear, possibility

Loneliness, joy, exploration

Hope, misery

Separation from beautiful people

Whoops

But that's probably a bit heavy

For general conversation too

When we run out of words

For these things

Can we find a new language?

And the time

And energy

To speak it