Conversation

I don’t talk much. Silence is my answer to most things. If I can choose, I will be quiet until I know what to say and why.

I wonder if this is because I am an introvert. Maybe it’s a response to all those times when I was forced to answer before I could formulate my response, and then my answer was used against me.

The older I get, the worse my silence gets. I get a text, I write my reply, but then I delete it. I look at the old oak slowly dancing in the wind, and my answers feel so small.