SELF TALK IS NEVER SILENT.
EVEN WHEN NOTHING IS SAID, SOMETHING IS SPEAKING. THE GAZE TURNS INWARD, NOT TO FIND ANSWERS, BUT TO NEGOTIATE WITH ITSELF. ONE VOICE REASSURES. ANOTHER QUESTIONS.
A THIRD DOES NOT TRUST EITHER. LINES OVERLAP LIKE THOUGHTS THAT REFUSE TO RESOLVE. COLOR BLEEDS WHERE EMOTION INTERRUPTS LOGIC. THIS IS NOT DIALOGUE. IT IS REPETITION.
THE SAME SENTENCES RETURNING IN DIFFERENT FORMS, LOUDER, SHARPER, MORE PERSISTENT, UNTIL CLARITY IS NO LONGER THE GOAL. ONLY RELIEF. ONLY SILENCE.
