Sometimes, when days feel a bit weirder than usual, when the stars don’t align the way they should, when I am disconnected from the world by mistake, I lose my words. It’s like they run away to another planet and despite me trying to find them, it feels like they are forever gone.
What’s even weirder is that they still appear in writing, they just fail to come out of my mind or mouth when I want to speak to someone. Whenever this happens, I imagine that my words are sick of me and need a brake. I think they don’t feel comfortable to be spoken anymore, so they prefer to disappear rather than trigger something unpleasant. Also I am thankful for still having a toddler who doesn’t realize all the time the things that come out of my mouth especially in these cases.
Now, with all my words gone, I rediscovered the best part of this process: thinking in silence. With nothing invading my brain all the time, I can actually think and just imagine things. I found out that for some time now I would love a people break, which usually means staying away from any type of crowd for a while, or maybe be the weird creep who just observes the crowd and never say a word. Wouldn’t that be cool? But tomorrow is a another day and I am sure my wandering words will come back for a visit leaving me wanting more until the desire to have them in my pocket will be stronger than the one to sit in silence. Good night!
