Neurora

Talking is difficult. But explaining why is hard to put into words.

Sometimes, talking feels like a waste. Not because the other person isn’t worth it— But because of the effort it takes.

Other times, I’m just not sure what to say. I need more time… Or a voice that gives me friction— so I can begin to create my own.

There are moments when— I have no answer. No opinion to offer. No thoughts at all.

So sometimes I don’t speak. Not out of rudeness or disinterest… There’s silence in me that I can’t explain.

And that’s okay with me. I’ve made peace with my silence.

But that doesn’t mean I have nothing to say. There’s a whole world inside me— thoughts, feelings, opinions.

They just don’t always come out. It’s not that I don’t want to reply. But the words, the thoughts— just… don’t come.