"Pathetic."

Talking, and talking, and talking…

To myself –

With enough passion and energy to light and power up a whole house,

Talking as if one is there but with no chance of getting a response back,

About matterless things that in some way matter…

All to myself from within myself.

To someone on the inside, talking to yourself may be pathetic –

Or maybe pointless –

But for an outsider looking in –

A lonely outlier perhaps –

It's too real and relatable to refute.

For others though, they're trickier to find:

For they try to hide from this endless jabbering by blending in –

By jabbering about pointless, solely matterless things to those who listen

Within the inside –

Some feeling in some ways lonelier than ever before

And calling out the self-talking lunatics –

For bringing out the light that the insiders decide to deflect and distract themselves from.

So what if I may wake up the whole house with my endless jabbering

About something that matters to me and maybe not for others surrounding me?

So what if I have to spontaneously release all the pent-up energy inside me just with myself –

Energy I'm forced to keep in and I don't have the means of passing on to someone who'll listen?

It may be one thing to wake up a sleeping house with this one-sided yet passionate energy;

It's another to call that energy "pathetic" and nothing more.