Chitter chatter
I’ve understood from a young age that I don’t have to think if I’m talking.
So when I don’t want to think I talk,
And when I’m thinking I’m silent,
I don’t think anyone has ever understood that.

Silence allows my brain converse with my heart,
My soul and logic tugging back and forth,
Constant
Chitter
Chatter.

When the chitter chatters too much I start talking,
The noise has to quiet enough for me to get words out.
They may sound like nonsense,
Even to my own ears,
But it makes the chitter stop chattering
And that’s enough for me.

I do not care if you don’t understand why I ramble on and on about nonsense.
Because it makes my mind quiet and my body at peace,
So I will not stop filling the air with my words
Until my vocabulary is empty
And my brain is happy.