That strangely comforting feeling of losing words. Not missing them, though. They may be somewhere around, they just refuse to take any comprehensible form or shape. They elude you, while you have this firm suspicion that they’re actually there — hiding, perhaps. And you couldn’t care less, who needs them anyway? Yet you feel this urge to utter them, to use your vocal cords to create vibration, make the air flow and finally depart through the cavities of your mouth. So much fun, right? All those cute sounds that emanate from your larynx and eventually transform into something understandable. Well, most of the time they do. Come to think of it, most of the time they don’t. Frankly, not much difference. Tongue tied. Dumb.