TALK TO ME

I'm extremely introverted, although people who know me wouldn't think so. A few years ago, a friend used to always try to get me to talk more. I could not get him to understand why I couldn't. I wrote this as an explanation as to why I tend to be quiet. I actually never showed it to him, so I guess I wrote it for myself. 🙂
  1. Talk to me, he said
    Immediately she began to think of words to fill the gaps, unsure if it were safe to allow emotions to take over. She was afraid that if she gave allowed her thoughts to escape, she wouldn't just talk...
  2. She could speak for hours
    of all the beauty that she sees in the world, unseen by most people as they casually step over it or walk by past it. Then again, maybe she would do more...
  3. She could start to scream
    releasing all of the hurt, the frustration, the disappointment, not at anyone in particular but just at life in general. Her head and heart was so full of the everyday injustices and heart breaks that maybe she wouldn't be able to use her voice at all. Maybe, just maybe...
  4. She could let herself cry
    praying that each tear that came from her heart would adequately honor everyone who had touched her life. She had enough tears to remember all the shared laughter, love, sadness and secrets. Then again, she could let go...
  5. She could fall down laughing
    great, deep, belly-laughs at all the wonderful irony and absurdity of life. She could find sheer amusement in the magical and mundane of this beautiful chaotic world, but instead ...
  6. She would remain silent
    realizing it is easier to claim to have nothing to say than to let someone in too much, too deep, or too soon. She holds the knowledge that in the silence between words, where emotions are born, lies the greatest conversation that two people can share.