Words

It has been so long since I’ve written anything. Words have gathered and are stuck in my throat, refusing me the possibility of expressing myself. They have rusted and have fallen asleep.

I touch the snow white sheet of paper and behind remains only a dot. The words refuse to come out. They have run away from me and are hiding in a dark corner of my confused mind. However much I try to lure them out they don’t want to listen and party between them, leaving me behind.

I press the pencil harder on the paper but this just breaks the tip. He holds with those naughty words that don’t want to listen to me, their master.

I throw the pencil and want to take another but can’t find any. They’re probably plotting. They’re all in this together, with the words that keep hiding.

I wait a while, looking out the window. Who knows maybe one will come out to see if I’m asleep. But time passes and I really fall asleep. Then, like in a dream, I see them appearing from the corners, from the cracks in the wall and even through the keyhole. They dance above the paper and talk about me. A part of me is sleeping. The other hears them loud and clear.

I try to wake up but the words ignore me. They make funny faces at me and laugh heartily when the punctuation signs join them. The pencils start to draw figures on the white sheet that cries because her outfit is filled with dots and lines now.

Then someone calls me and I really wake up.

The words are gone again and the pencils have fallen everywhere on the table. The sheet is no longer white.

I start to read what it’s written there:

„It has been so long...“