I dreamed I was a sentence that never ended

I was a clause drifting through a library of unfinished thoughts, pages folding themselves into new shapes just as I tried to settle. No period, no pause—just the weight of what comes after 'and then' and 'because.' I kept trying to find the right word to close me, but the language itself seemed afraid of finality. When I woke, my throat still felt full of unsaid things.