I find it difficult to talk to another person about my thoughts and emotions. I run out of right words. I lose the sequemce of thoughts. And I do not like the awkard silence after when they have to pretend they understood what I meant.
I rather found writing to be more efficient. I can pause, erase and construct the thoughts slowly. It proved therapeutic to me. My mind has been a field of fantasies, questions and imaginations. Most of them silly thouugh.
As I would write, I found my words consoled me back. Because I had to construct my thoughts, my vented thoughts settled in whilst I searched for the word and verse. After I finish the prose, I could breathe deeply, sigh at my weights and feel touched.
Sometimes, you cannot find the space or person to talk to. Not because somebody would not understand you, but you just cannot. If you are lost in that, maybe you should talk to words through ink.
Maybe it is not so much a good idea. You got to test it, however. You would not know otherwise.
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