Choke

_{words curl up in my lungs, I try to breathe them free but they refuse to come. the heavy smoke of not knowing what to say- I choke, I choke! vowels and consonants stick on the roof of my mouth, they cling to my tongue and won’t come out. all I can see is someone I love walking away, but I guess it’s okay. what on earth would I say?}







Gaaaaah it's so awkward for me to talk to people when all I can think of is absolutely NOTHING HELPFUL. Sometimes, being an extrovert sounds nice.