There is a lot more, I have found, to a conversation, no matter the topic, than just the words that are said. I know this because I have hours that sneak up where I cannot talk. Literally. I can picture the words, spell them on a piece of paper, read them, but I cannot get my lips to follow the instructions my brain is sending. Sometimes I can’t read or write or speak. I know some American Sign Language and I know that both my family and I need to learn more because there are increasing times where that is the only way I can communicate.
So I sit and don’t say a word Perhaps because I have no room Even to answer a simple questions Although I do not feel distressed Keeping in mind there’s more to a conversation than just words. There is the feel of emotions Or the turn of a head My voice is heard Even as my lips are sealed.