It was a parade of echoes...didn't feel like a real conversation at all.
Words were not precise, meanings were obliterated, their content lost, they turned into trash, chaff, dust, sand; prowling through my brain, tearing at my head, they were my insomnia, my illness.
And what I yearned for vaguely but with all my might was unbounded silence, absolute hush, a pleasant & happy all-encompassing, overpowering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words.