Void.
It is better to have shame, or be completely honest, regardless of coarseness or lack of empathy? Should we speak our minds without thinking over what will be the result of our words? Are words a waste when coming from out eager mouths? In the world we live in, are words trite or in every respect meaningful? I find myself speaking, without knowing what is coming out of my mouth, and before I know it, I have linked words into a pitiful phrase that makes no sense and baffles the listener. My words lack eloquence. My voice quavers. I make a fool of myself, but somehow, no one really seems to notice. I get puzzled glances, but then the mood shifts, and my slurs are immediately forgotten. I often question if I should speak my mind, but then would I regret saying something that was not intended to have some undesirable effect? Not only can’t I talk, but I can’t write, and my sentences intertwine to make long phrases that amount to lousy nothingness. I don’t know how to express myself anymore, and I’m beginning to feel fed up with a handful of situations. I’m too afraid to be confrontational. I prefer to stay in this safe zone, where things remain possibly detached. But I want to take the risks. I want to experience the passion. I need to take chances. Hey you, I need to show you the lights. When the night is perfect, I will show you the lights.