I type too much and say too little.

Nothing.

Echoes of words

syllables cast into emptiness

I waste breath with every keystroke

but it feels right...

it makes me whole

It's funny, the only people qualified to pass judgement upon me never have anything to say, but strangers feel compelled to tell me I am not worthy of their presence...

yet I listen to the stranger, before seeking solace in the friend

... could it be this is where, I go wrong?

eh, it doesnt really matter, now does it?