Write write write talk talk talk

All I do is write write write

and talk talk talk

and yet my message doesn’t come through.

I’m stuck in an echo chamber of a repetitive scenarios and lines. I already know how it’s gonna go this time,

next time,

the one after.

It the same, every time. It feels claustrophobic being stuck in repetition from which there’s no escape.

I see where the door is, but someone else holds the key. I shout with all my heart and lungs to them to use the key, open the door and let us both breathe in some fresh air, but by the time my words leave my mouth and travel thorough the air, they’ve already lost their meaning.