"In my head there are many facts ..."

What do you say when you have everything to say? Do the images and words get locked up in your mind or do you allow them to tumble clumsily from your mouth?

How do you know when you've said everything? Or do you never run out of things to say? What happens then, when or if you run out of things to say? Do you sit with the silence and smile with contentment? Or do you say this is the end, there's nothing more here, I'm moving on?

I wish we could sit and study each other's eyes a lot more than we are now. There are answers to questions that I wouldn't have thought to ask, there in your eyes. No words. Just you and I, and the whole world between us.