Do you reach a point in which you have nothing more to say?

Because everything has gone round and round in your head. Thinking just becomes tiresome; thoughts have been put in so many different sentences and phrases, just because an answer (THE?), any answer is sought after.

Looking across my room and I simply have no idea what to make of all this NONSENSE, really. When a conclusion can’t decisively be reached, it worries me. I take one stand, then the next. I feel this and that, just so at the end I realize that I have nothing more to say because I simply just don’t know what to make out of all this. AND that. Oh, and THAT also.