Inside me, thoughts, ideas, agonies scratch to be given a voice, nails on a blackboard, wet fingers on cotton wool.
Today it has become unbearable and so I sit here, trying to break this silence.
I have ideas swilling round inside and yet it almost hurts to entertain them.
I have hopes that this post will loosen the odd bar, enough at least for a piece of me to slip through.
"Absolute silence leads to sadness. It is the image of death."
Jean Jacques Rousseau (1712-1778) Swiss political philosopher and essayist"