I ride the mind roller coaster and wake up nauseous. The freshly picked flowers already turning brown. Through blurry eyes I see blurry people doing blurry things day after day. Sunshine diffused through the clouds. The heat surrounds me. The heat coming from you.
Blurry.

My throat closes. No words escape. You ask me what's wrong. I can't answer. You're furious in my inability to procure the words you want me to speak.
Shut.

I feel no sense in getting mad. Long passed frustration. Just Patience. Waiting patiently for my throat to reopen on its own. In time it always does. Like a horrible cold. Like a dark rain cloud.
It'll pass.