Sometimes
I write a hundred stories at once
Words rush out so quickly
I can’t catch them all
Like birds from a tree disturbed
They fly out in all directions, uncatchable
Sometimes
I sit silent
No words in my mind
Nor on my lips
My mind as blank as your gaze
Sometimes
It is all I can do to take each breath
In and out
Reminding myself to exist
Because it is excruciating just to be
Sometimes