She said it doesn't matter anyway. Words thrown round and round. Words sent through time and space. It sits there silent. Waiting. Waiting for a flash of motion to bring it to life. Sitting expectantly, anxiously. Too anxious. Aching for a spent line or two. Some kind of sign. Time keeps on ticking. Seconds to minutes to hours. Until eyelids mutiny upon bleached retinas. But you just gotta go with the flow. It doesn't matter anyway, tomorrow is a new day. Just gotta ignore the gap and keep on trucking.