There you would be of a day and you listening to someone talking pure shite about something and the words inside you are bursting to get out but you’re controlling your mouth, thinking for once just let it pass don’t say anything , it doesn’t matter at the end of the day. Then all of a sudden you are in the middle of going on like a raving lunatic again about something political and your shagged if you can remember starting to talk and you are hoping that you will shut up fairly soon because you are getting the crazy looks of people again.
but the good thing is the pressure is released inside of your skull and the headache is gone and finally you quieten down and then an air of silence descends upon you and you wonder for a minute was I just talking a minute ago and you know by the shocked looks that you probably were. But sure what can you do that’s just the way the leaves fall from your branches
Words I love to write 