Brain Stew

Words. Ideas. Pushing into my brain. 

I can't handle all the voices and opinions whirling across the table around me.

I want to scream, or at the very least block my ears and shut the static out. 

There comes a point when information is too much. 

I need time to absorb it all. Words. Memories.

Jillian, I love you. 

Jillian, you're stupid.

Jillian, I miss you. 

Jillian, we haven't talked in a year.

Jillian, you've changed.

Jillian, you keep too much pain inside.

Jillian, where are you? 

Jillian, how could you have left me without saying goodbye?

Jillian, what are you hiding from?

I can't take it anymore.  

I need to walk away. 

Push my chair out from the table. 

Slip around the corner.

Why do you love me?

I know how stupid I am.

You have no idea how much I miss you.

But when we talk we never say anything.

We all change, look at you.

It's better than exploding.

I don't know where I am or where I'm going.

You have no idea how much walking away killed me.

Myself.