I was a talker. My whole life, I was a talker. Ask me a question and I would engage in dialog providing not only an answer to the question but a discussion that will lead to more questions and further answers.
But I am quiet now. Quiet in my own world and if I say nothing, I hear nothing but sounds around me. Birds, scratching, shuffling, tapping, breathing, woofs, meows, music, and comforting sighs. Sounds that I may have never paid much attention to and other sounds that are familiar to me.
The sound of life, the sound of my life.
While spoken words are still enjoyed, necessity of words has changed. I may turn on the television then watch and listen and other times I read or I will write.
And I will listen quietly to those words in my head, and they remain as such, quiet.
Petdad 