There are so many voices in this room now.
I’m not even sure which one is mine.
Am I saying anything?
Who’s listening?

I focus on not talking.
Concentrated.
So much so that for a moment all I hear is silence, deafening.

Then it all comes back.
Louder now.
So many voices.
So many conversations at once that not one can be heard.

I am not talking.
I think too much.
Don’t do enough.
I think about the people and their conversations for hours, hoping they’ll eventually say something that means something.

Then before I know it, it’s closing time, and the people go home.
And I go home, to the mirror.
And I have the only conversation worth having.