Talking

I talk to myself. I rant and rave and vent to the air around me. But once I talk, my words are lost. So I decided to use my microphone to dictate them here, to you, dear reader, in case you cared enough to read them. This is me. Word for word.

We underestimate the need for venting, for talking. It helps us to sort our thoughts, to let go of them. Say something. Outloud. Right now. Anything. Cast it into the air, and watch it fade away. It feels good, doesn't it?

Recently, I find myself more often than not, dropping everything to listen to someone. To try to comfort someone, to help them, to take as much as I can off their mind. And for awhile, I was jealous. Jealous that nobody asked to listen to me. But then I realized, I didn't need to talk. I needed to untangle my thoughts for myself, before I could put them into words.

I have words, dear reader. And here, I can talk, if you care to listen.
Talk, reader. I implore you, I beg you. Talk, vent, scream. As loudly as you can. Even if it's completely meaningless. Untangle your thoughts, weave them together, and let them go. Do not be encumbered or bothered by them.

Open your mouth, open your heart, dear reader.