No matter what the interaction, be it honest or deceptive, communication seems lost in the array of words that we throw out in the air for the sake of saying them aloud… or lack thereof. Silence is golden? It just might be. Those words that go unsaid are two things all at once, comforting but conflicting. Vice versa. To speak or not to speak? To verbalize and accentuate these thoughts or suppress them in the hopes that it will resolve itself on its own? How others are capable of effortlessly publicizing their own observations and making them concrete on resources outside of their mental awareness, I am in awe with. The ability to spill without pressure, to connect without strain, to pinpoint every single analysis down to the very last thought running around their minds, I can’t help but to admire. I want to communicate with others, I really do. However, this notion always seems unlikely in that neither end has the ability to contribute something of worth. Somehow, stuttering together a few sentences of small talk doesn’t seem to make much sense in the end, no matter how hard we try.