Happily never after
Not putting pen to paper, with the sentences swelling in your head threatening to tip over; not capturing the very essence of the moment, savouring and consuming the intricacies that comes intertwined with the heartbreaks; not chronicling and crystalising that memory with a few well chosen words and lines and to let the cacophony of voices in your mind take shape - The need to write is at its strongest, when the details are inexorably fresh, every sinew of the wound livid with emotions.
Mother flicked the toggle switch and released the dam of pent-up frustrations - one of them being too overwhelmed (right now) to coherently translate my thoughts into words.