Vent

Have you ever had a day where you just need someone to listen? Where you just want to talk, talk, talk, and talk because there are a zillion things going on, good and bad…and if you could just have time to let it all out, you know you could breathe again?

When you open your mouth to speak you realize that everyone else is just as busy (busier) than you are, and to exhaust your piled feelings is a waste of their time or an interruption or of little concern. To vent your thoughts will be pathetic; you may come off sorry and selfish, and that isn’t what you intend at all. So what you do…

So what I do…is write. Right now. This very second. I write.

And those thoughts spill out onto the page freely and secretly.