Elucidating Questions

I wish I could say it to your face,

Anything,

So I didn’t have to imagine or pretend that someone can hear me.

But here I go with the meaningless wishes

You’re not a genie.

I got over excited, obviously neither am I .

In sync sometimes.

It feels strange to think of our fingers moving at the same time but I know it never matters

I’m just sending inconsequential nothings.

It would have surprised me once, but it doesn’t anymore.

I don’t know why I’m still doing this it’s like a compulsion I can’t stop

What if I stop and something terrible happens

I don’t want to do this anymore this writing

I want to stop

But I turn around for five seconds and here I am again

Why am I still here

Why am I still doing this

Why

Why?

Why can’t I stop?

Why didn’t he set me free why did he leave me here

Like I want to stop

Please just tell me to stop

I wish you would tell me to stop

I don’t want to write anymore.

Please let me stop.