Who do you talk to when emotions are choked in the core of your heart and your voice has decided to disown you? When thoughts fail to form and lay lifeless and weak from trying to take shape? Who do you turn to?

Not your best friend, nor your sibling, or parent. Not God.

You take to pen and paper.

Here, words have a life of its own. Without trying too hard, without being too explicit, they convey everything that you've tried to communicate to another living being. Tried countless times and yet have failed much more.

There's only one thing.

The reader's missing.

The longer this writer is still writing, the reader's nowhere to be found.