that's the sound of air leaving your lungs without making a sound.
you're were thinking of saying something, but the words died.
the thought is still there, dangling on the edge of that place where your brain meets your tongue. it's annoying, no? like a stringy peice of something, bigger than it actually ever was, hanging there.
you're were thinking of saying something, but the words died.
the thought is still there, dangling on the edge of that place where your brain meets your tongue. it's annoying, no? like a stringy peice of something, bigger than it actually ever was, hanging there.