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?