PEEPING, CHATTERING, TALKING
I am like a little bird peeping and chattering in the night. People hear me, but barely take notice. My tone is not sufficiently alarming to pierce the boundary of consciousness. But, I’m out there talking to the night. It’s the urge to talk, the need for expression which supersedes the notion that anyone wants to hear me. It’s the desire to communicate which transcends the understanding of what it is that others want to hear. I don’t know what you want. I barely know what I want. But, there are things I want to say, things that need to be said, even if I’m the only one who thinks so.
