Sometimes there is
a lot of noise in my head
a lot of talk, a lot of review
a lot of thinking, thinking, thinking
it’s not as though I hear voices
assuredly these are all
mine
Tis I suppose the nature of being
a very feeling, overly thinking
empathetic introvert
and wow, that is suddenly a lot of labels to carry
isn’t it
names stuck to my forehead
to be worn
on one’s chest
yet I do not allow the weight of these
to burden me
quite the opposite really
I tend to wear these descriptors
as my badges of honour
I am very happy to be empathetic
as this mean I care
as much for your happiness
as my own
I am rather quiet by nature,
and often awkward in social situations
but as this is me
it does kind of suit me
just fine
I tend to talk to myself
a lot
and out loud
there are times when I have to make conversation
outside of myself
I will rehearse words in my head
just to make sure they will come out…
right
after I replay and revise
(sometimes ad nauseam)
When I write
I guess, I do the same
I read what I have written
to myself
and out loud
I rewrite, I revise
I run words through my head
and let them roll
off my tongue, just to get the taste
but will they sound the same
to you?
I suppose it’s just like reading a book
the words of the authour run
through my head
in their voice
and mine
each of us bringing to the words
parts
of ourselves
which is really kind of a nice thought, isn’t it?
so today, in thinking about
this
perspective…
if you have
stumbled across me here
rambling away to myself, as I
sometimes do
(and you haven’t thought of running away)
then,
maybe we have just met,
in these words
spilling out of my head
and I just wanted to say
how very it nice it is
to meet
you ♥
the loudness of being quiet…
