When I Don’t Speak
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.