Sometimes we have things to say. But the words are stuck inside.
It’s like our throat is a corroded pipe, full of gunk, and our mouth is the sink.
If at any time the faucet is turned on, the sink fills up immediately, becoming useless. There is no choice but to turn off the water and wait for the solution of jumbled thoughts, disconnected. words and the multitude of anxieties that swirl around them to drain. It takes so long there is no standing there and waiting, there is only leaving and come back later.
Eventually the sink is avoided, even though we know this won’t fix the clog.
It is a temporary solution to the problem.
This has been my temporary fix:
If you like what you see, follow me on Instagram. AMorningGrouch. I’m starting to fill that sucker up like crazy.