Silence

I feel guilty......no, not of felony charges, but of no words. I have no words. I'm listening to the sound of silence. I'm a dictionary with blank pages. An empty conversation balloon over a character. I had no words this morning for my other blog. Hearts are breaking all over the free world. Actually they're not, but that makes me sound important. I'm just not feeling it today. Possibly this is a big relief to you because I'm silent. FOR A CHANGE. I wonder if I've used all my words for the next day, week or month. Maybe I have 'No Word Syndrome'. I think I'll Google that. It's probably a medical condition. Hopefully not a psyche condition, but I'm leaning toward that. I can see myself like Jack Nicholson in One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. After that lobotomy.....his words were gone. He was DONE. Or maybe I'm just a Word Loser for awhile. I'm going to walk outside and see if there is a huge neon WL on the top of my house....blinking off and on. I would go looking for my words underneath my furniture, but I have to tell you....I'm NOT THAT BRAVE. Do you know what might possibly be under my furniture? It could very well be a small nation of weird things .....uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Not gonna look. If my words are there, they're on their own. I wonder if Chica, my cat, buried them in her litter box. Wouldn't that be just.......I have no words for that. So I shall just sit with my guilt and wait for my words to return. When they do, I will be glad to see them and offer them an ice cold glass of sweet tea....that's what we do here under the Lone Star. So far now.......it's Adios, Au Revoir, Ciao, Adeus, Farvel, Zai Jian, Good Bye!