Conversations in My Head

Sometimes my head wants to talk things out.
Sometimes my head wants to worry things out on its own.
Sometimes I can't figure out what my head wants.
Sometimes I don't want to listen to it anyway.

My heart is an entirely different matter.
I decide to follow it, or I don't.
When I'm unsure, I write, or walk, or play in the dirt.

Why does my head seem so ambiguously complicated,

when my heart seems so elegantly simple?

To have this conversation with yourself,

you're going to have to quit writing speeches

and start talking to yourself like a person.

Otherwise you're never going to listen to you.

I know you.

You can be very stubborn about such things.

You don't like it when you preach at yourself.

So what exactly is it that I’m doing right now?

—me strauss Letting me be