It’s frustrating to want to speak when you can’t, so instead you try and write but it’s impossible, so you try and think it through and you feel blank.

Yet, I could die as speechless as I am now,
And still have more to say than I could in one lifetime.

I imagine an amazing book written with empty pages by a man who already had said everything in the title.

Shut up, read my mind, and go to sleep.