First time in my life, I felt myself being overwhelmed by the solitude, having no friends, living all alone, idling away days.

Hold your tongue, watch your words

a will of his own.
an absence of words speak loudly.


You can speed it up, you can slow it down.
You can even freeze a moment.
But you can't be rewind time.
You can't undo what is done.
I thought about what she'd seen.
I thought about what she hadn't seen.
I thought about how could I explain.
But the more I thought about it, the more I knew nothing I could say would make her anger go away. How long could I just wait there, delaying the inevitable?