Do other people… do normal people…
Hate the sound of their voice after a long day and can’t get it out of their head
Wish that they would stop talking in their head
Wish they couldn’t hear their own voice in their head
But also has so much more to say
Also has so much to tell from thoughts and ideas in their head
So much to show, to express, to picture it into someone else’s mind
But can’t
People are people-ing
Life is moving and changing and making and working
Faster than they can conjure the courage to speak their mind
As if it, the sound of their voice will create a scene outside of this reality
And absorb the other person’s attention like this moment is the entire world and everything else cease to exist
The conversation holds possibilities to create something magical, something worthwhile and authentic, genuine, honest, original, real
But
I could speak and speak and speak until the waterfalls runs dry
And I’ll never feel satisfied because
I’ve said enough for today, more than enough, but less than normal
To people who couldn’t encourage the spell I whisked up to pull us out this slavery.
I have so much… so much to give, it could overflow out of my chest
But I can’t sleep because I can’t get my voice out of my head telling me all it wants to tell to someone who’ll listen.