Such a lovely day

Such a lovely day
Such a lonely day

Nothing else to say

I don't know what to say. This is the problem with talking.
You know, you never get to say the things that you want to say
and then when you get the chance to say it, just... words are not enough.
So you just lock up. You don't say anything.
And that's when you hear silence.
Or worse, you don't -- you hear just like some filler. Something to take up the space.
Fill in the gap that's there because you don't know how to say what you really want to say.
Probably it can't be said.

“Ode on solitude” de Alexander Pope

III.
Blest! who can unconcern’dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
IV.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix’d; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
V.
Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.