lautan:

“why don’t you ask me questions, about me?”

I started, as if to speak. a thousand thoughts crashing in like waves. but still, I said nothing. the explanation was too much for me. and I didn’t know where my knotted mind started and ended. I couldn’t find the thread’s end. I couldn’t untangle myself enough to give to you.
I knew you weren’t asking out of curiosity. it bothered you. I could tell in the knit of your brows. the threaded eyebrows in a stitch.

and so again, we sat in the quiet of my bind.