Communication overload?!

I read, think and speak for years by now. I have excess experience with friends, girls, parents, people… exchange of spoken words which become actions and start to move things altogether, all around. Vocal speech, body speech, mind melt, soul stutter... I observe and closely pay attention; I look at people and in them, so that I can understand them more clearly, only to discover something. Ideas which gain form, days and nights in an everlasting niche presented through people. And above all, there are plenty of voices which can be heard, they come from the inside:) A liquid process of spontaneity which composes events of interesting dynamic, one which can never leave you bored.

It’s never quiet, sometimes I’m jealous of silence; I know that it can be kind as well, silence is also a speech. To be stranded on an ancient ruin faraway, surrounded only by endless view of a clear day and blue sea. That origin of peaceful void, longing for an empty head with not a single thought in it. From the imaginary tranquility of this restlessness I ask myself… am I perhaps a prey?