“I Don’t Even Know What That Means”

“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.

Published by The Fyne Prynt

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