Words saturating
Permeating
Spinning tales of temporary things
Which do not need to be continued
Yet the words spin, drawing more from the passing thought
Then it requires
Words
Filling the gap, they come spilling from my tongue
I hear them gushing
Where does the geyser lie
Under the skin
In the lungs?
verbiage continues
Sticking to the roof of my mouth
Bubbling up like saliva
Endless
I grow bored with the sound of the voice
In my head
Choose quiet instead
Stop talking
Just
Stop talking
But it never ceases
Watch it steadily for a moment with focus
Hand raised
As if to swat the fly
Yet just as agile the mental voice waits on that bated breath
Focus moves
It speaks again
How awful to live
In this never silent head
That continues to write even when I have said
I would rather
Be
Silent
Instead
*July! Ha it laughed – no thanks a week off is all you get. Other social media can stay silent but not the blog.
