I think, Marcus, conversation is overrated. Those who seek catharsis by appropriating words to emotions and thoughts have not fully experienced the healing power of silence.
Because words are like wooden crates that cannot shift and expand to fit the undulating contours of what we think we feel?
Limited articulation is met with an even more straitjacketed response, over and over, till the emotion is downsized and trimmed to a meaningless approximation.
Unless it is that very sense of normalised validation that reassures us that we are not alone.
You have to wonder how we talk ourselves into believing that!
hush, my dream,
the stars quarrel with the clouds tonight
the wind taps a silver tambourine