More than enough.

There are days when the energy to speak is just too much. But you know what? I think that’s okay. Beneficial, even. Active listening is a dwindling art, but I’ll admit–even on these quiet days, I’m rarely listening. I’m off in my own world, sorting through the detritus of impossible decisions, the weight of my past, the heavy fragility of the future. 

Well. There’s enough noise out there without adding my own to it. 

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