It's bed time.

I close my eyes and watch the dancing lights.

They keep me busy while my thoughts run like a river out of my head.

Words are hard to find on days like this.

Infinity is so unfathomable, but here I wonder what it means.

Fingers tap and touch and find and lose. 

It's hard to keep things straight on nights like this.

There are times when I wonder how to talk.

And there are times when I wonder how not to talk.

It's hard to say what you mean, and hard to mean what you say.

So, where do you start a conversation? 

Hello?

I don't think so. 

That is a carbon copy, not a sentiment.