An ode to yap

No one enjoys to yap the way she does

The joys of conversations and ideas flowing

The layers of stories compiled together

The this to that to who and when and why and how

The stories so interchanging they don’t stop growing

The forgotten memories unlocked without us knowing

Her smiles that fade when their attention does

Her voice to whisper as she chokes back her stories, her words, her life

Her smiles that fade because they weren’t even listening from the start

Polite nods mixed with thoughts of “gosh when will she shut the hell up”

The “oh I wish I could play this on 2x speed but I can’t cos it’s real life”

Mixed with her voice notes that were definitely played on two time speed or skipped all together

For her voice was once her joy, to sing, to proclaim and to share

But again she’s silenced and now

she sits eyes glared to a white screen flashing back

The clicks she clacks of her keyboard

Written stories to herself and the never ending voice memos where she wishes someone had an ear to care

It’s alright. We’re all busy

It’s alright. We’re all busy

It’s alright. It’s alright

She knew it wasn’t but no one cared

So she will continue to write to her empty audience

Continue to vlog to her empty audience

Continue to exist to her empty audience

Summer of 2025

Maybe Aug