Sometimes I just don’t feel like talking. Like lately. And I feel kind of bad about it because it makes the people around me feel bad about it. They think it means something’s wrong. And sometimes they’re right but more than half of the time they’re not. Quite. I just don’t have anything to say.
And I’m not one of those people who believe that when you don’t have anything to say you should speak anyway. What a waste of breath you might need one day.
Or else, it’s like my mind is sputtering and screeching tires and I can’t slow that down enough to figure out anything worth saying because I’m too busy trying to watch where it’s going.
Or else, it’s resting on some hillside somewhere under red and yellow leaved trees where ducks are sort of floating along the water’s surface and talking to each other like I’m not even there. And I’m watching, sort of like resting, and being quiet so as not to disturb them.
Or at least that’s the best way I can explain this.
But I just don’t wanna talk right now, k? It’s not you. For real. It’s me. And I just don’t feel like talking right now.