Some days

Some days I have nothing to say. Some days I feel like this photo. If I open my mouth, there will just be trouble. Sometimes these days stretch on into weeks. I wish I could just shut up without everyone wondering why I have suddenly gone mute. I want to walk around with small flash cards that get the point across: How much? Thank you. OK. Not bad. Hello. I'm sorry. Good bye. You're beautiful. That's funny. Ouch. No, thanks. The blue one. No, not that one, the other. Maybe. I'll think about it. I like it. Tastes like it smells.