Word Vomit

Please allow me to keep talking. Even though I don’t know what I’m saying most of the time. I think it’s because I’m afraid of the silence. I think it’s because if my mouth stops, my brain will start. And wander. And explore the darker places that tend to sync with the silence. That’s when I’ll start to tell myself things I don’t want to hear. I’ll start remembering things I tried to forget. I’ll start reminding myself of those who no longer want to hear my voice… and most likely never will again.

So please, let me keep talking.
Even though I have nothing to say.
Because these words are all I have
And you listening to them
Means more to me
Than words can describe.