So many thoughts feelings expressions emotions locked behind deadpan eyes and a voice that's toneless. A mountain of a person consolidated to this form. A body unimpressive. A face unexpressive. The chaos upstairs requires all of my attention.
Conversing takes a back-seat which is why I seem distant. Too many things to say only leaves me in silence. I don't know how or where to begin. If only I could let you inside to weather the storm maybe you could make sense of this nonsense and bring me to port.