Come to me, words

I should be tired of it, but I’m tired because of it.

The above sentence came to me in my head like words used to. I had to write them. Type them. They would echo around and around in my mind and I would have to record them. If I didn’t I’d lose them forever. There used to be lots of words, but these are the first that have come to me in a long time. Years perhaps. I feel disappointed by their hollowness. They are not special. They’re not words you can wrap around your tongue and taste. Feel.