It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

I haven't spoken since this time this morning.

And I have all these pent up thoughts and no more will to let them out.

I am anticipating a headache for tomorrow.

I do have a lot to say, good things, serious things... But I'm lost in a fog of silence.

speechless at 10:45 p.m.