Pause

Cong Hoang Le
Mar 27
1 min read

I wish I could finish my

sentence in a complete thought

but, my thoughts are never complete.

I reach and reach only to remember

no matter how many words I use, they’ll never

describe how I feel for you.

I wish I could transcribe these

emotions directly into images

that make sense. I keep

penning sentences that don’t mean

anything, just wishing that eventually

the right combinations would randomly appear.

And, wish that eventually, the right moment

would randomly appear.

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