I can go on hours without talking, like as if shutting my mouth is one great therapy. Even when it means people can’t hear me, or maybe I just don’t want to be heard, or maybe it terrifies me to speak what I wanted - that it’d be unaccepted, that it would be wrong.
I can go on hours without talking but my eyes never shut. Staring at the trees, trying to count how many times the wind caused it sway. 1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5... 5.... 5 hours since I last blurted a word. 5 hours here sitting, alone. Lonely? I’m not sure, but I can go hours without talking and even a bit more...