This is too hard but I should have been home a while ago.

The number is too good but I can't close the page.

I have no words, no feelings. I'm brimming with emptiness.

Help me for I'm alone without every one of these keys.

Smoke escapes my lips in the form of a forgotten tomorrow,

Displaced and lost words written in an attempt at what I once had.

They're here, I know, so why can't I speak them?

I'll continue to ramble with nothing until I'm over.

What is ten more minutes?