“I don’t even know what that means …” these words I “said” to someone during a textversation that was, admittedly, going nowhere.
He was frustrated + mad.
I was disgusted + appalled.
Together, these things of course meant that he couldn’t hear me and I certainly couldn’t hear him. But let’s face it, how many times have those words been so applicable but remain unsaid — leaving room for all sorts of confusion, disconnection, and generally broken things?
Broken things take up valuable space.
There’s no more room for broken things.
The Fyne Prynt 