No clouds to admire.

I know now why finding someone to talk to is such a hard thing to do; how there can be so many people around and find not even one worthy of opening up to. Importance is subjective; and some things matter only to certain people. It's disappointing, though, to trust someone and try to talk, only to feel nothing but exposed because there is nothing in the conversation but revelation. When there are blank stares and nods and shallow words instead of attempts to include sense and truth in the picture, the whole point in talking shrinks into regret.

But perhaps there is really no need to talk in the first place. Maybe talking is overrated; and it's an easy thing to get used to that it becomes part of what can be dealt with plain silence. It's such a shame to take disappointment to realise.

But then again, there's one talking that doesn't disappoint or turn hopes of finding clarity into regret. It's that talking that brings the voice up in heavens.