Would you let me speak when I have thoughts in my head that will not go away? When I hurt, the ache inside me won't go away and I need words...consistent cascades that tumble on the hard rocks of your ears below, or painful bursts of volcanic ash that burn you, making you run away to the safety of the sea. What you don't realize is that below the clear, cool surface, there are sharks in there. I cannot put a stopper to the waterfall or plug the volcano for you, it would end badly you know.
My words are not intended to permanently hurt; they just need to be released. What hurts more than anything is that my words fall upon deaf ears.
I suppose this is why animals would always be my first choice. Nothing I say can make them hate me, make them love me any less. The actual words mean much less to them than the emotion and intention behind them.
Wanting to be with someone and get to know them better involves speaking or even just enjoying the silence; essentially it's about wanting that contact and coming to a better understanding of them.
Thought for the day: How could you be more like your dog?
