My voice is parched

Talking is fun, for the both of us. If a person went without talking, it would be brutal. That is why the chance to let others hear you, is worth the while.You are urging to speak my friend. Although you get choked up, I’m glad you let it out. When tears get in the way. You somehow breath. Letting it out is the gateway to closure. Thank you for helping me digest. My head hurts if I have a thought that, nobody would bother listening to. You know how and who to talk to. Good judgment. And when there’s something going on, you shout for help. That’s my voice. My voice gives me justice when others push me down. I love when you have energy and can’t help but light up in excitement. Especially when you’ve been looking forward to talk to someone. It’s an opportunity for me to walk into a universe of conversation. It’s fascinating how a few words put together can lead to a walkway of conversation. An endless conversation that leads to raw emotions. Those emotions lead to contact. Contact leads to a relationship that lasts a lifetime. For that, I am thankful for your kind words. Your beautiful way with words. Although it’s my lips and others may read them. I find that you are your own being that helps me be the best me. I salute you and all that you have done, I treat you with care and fruited beverages. You may sound worn out by the end of the day, but re-energize the same way. My voice.