Explain, they demand. Tell us what you want to say.
I’m trying.
But what do you mean?
I don’t know, I just—I feel like—
Spit it out!
I’m sorry, I just don’t know how to—
Don’t apologize, just say what you’re feeling.
Hold on.
Excuse me.
Say what I’m feeling? If I strung into words the emotion doing the tango in my heart, your nose would crinkle up in confusion.
Because you may be sad. You may be happy.
But the moon watches as I weep bittersweet, and the sun looks on in awe as I laugh sugar cinnamon.
Don’t demand I explain what you cannot fathom.