You used to know everything.

Every word before it was said.
Every shift before it arrived.

But now, that knowing leads nowhere.
It’s trapped inside you.
Restless, useless.

You know the signs.
You see the shifts.
You feel the ending,
the anger, the hate,
pressed between words.

But what can you do
with all that knowing?

Because the world you memorized
before it ever spoke a word,
now moves on its own.

And even when you still understand
every sign, hope, silence and mess,
there’s nothing left to reach for.

You can’t even let it be something.

It comes in waves, big and small.
And sometimes, the smaller ones hurt even more.
Because those you go looking for.

You just don’t understand anything anymore.