I'm a leaky faucet. When you think I'm done, I continue to drip more words, sounds, movements, stares... I'm never silent, at least not in my mind. Always dripping, always leaking, always thinking: even if you don't see it. And when you go to ask me a question, you realize all my thoughts have been already gone and crossed out, rethought and I'm bored of them, they are worn out and tired, just like me. Nothing left. I can't work properly, I'm broken. But you don't realize until it's too late.