It is easy to
capture
something in writing that has happened to you.
Endless texts that
break down
a minute of an experience into 20 pages,
dissecting it
into its individual parts and
describing it
to you as if you could
touch
the fictional.
But how do you
capture
emptiness?
Nothingness.
The boredom during the event.
Life rushing past you and the moments in between.
The months that feel like minutes,
that you experience but cannot
touch.