Battery

Scroll down to the bottom of hope. No worries: you will be reminded to connect your charger before you reach it.

The alternative is to hit the word suggestions. Go: "you have any information about my way to work and the gym now so should be able and I are coming back from a trip canceled my subscription and refund the money back in town until May 30 min or less the best of my ability."

Cool stuff. Phones are smart. They know exactly what goes on. They say it best.

Or just stare. Maybe words will come. Maybe they will be powerful and wise. Maybe lyrical, maybe sentimental.

Or not.

How fun. Hated by the world, naked and helpless, arrogant and obnoxious, pretentious and scared. What is running out faster? The hope or the battery? Just don't die, either one of you. Maybe words will come. Hurry. Love. Loved. Loving.

Why can't they believe that I can love too? Just because I am lost for words? Spell D-I-V-E-R-S-I-T-Y. Spell H-A-T-E. Hail is pounding on my head in the silence of the night. I love! I love! I love you! But I am not with you. My own way will be lonely.

What's on your mind? Express nothingness, please? No song today? Okay, okay. "Turn on battery saver."

Hope won again. Brush teeth now. Morning will come and words will have to wait. Words are nocturnal animals, they hunt in the dark. They haunt in the dark. They...

Battery dead.