Tangibility

I am sure the walls value my opinions,
and I know my fingers love to type.
So maybe I am not heard,
and its obvious I am not read,
but when have I ever stopped
Doing what I do?
For a trivial reason?
Because I am unacknowledged?
Because I do not sound as
smart, clever, or thought provoking
as try to be? As I think I am?
because I am not mainstream?
These are not deterrents.
This is motivation.
Positive reinforcement.
So I blog because it empties my head.
It helps me connect with myself.
It develops my thoughts, it is action.
Not radical action but it is the first step.
The first step is acknowledging.
What is the point of thinking, alone?
I will not fall silent,
because no one is listening.
Is it an opinion,
if it is not voiced?
Does a thought exist
solely as a thought?
Nothing exists without proof.
You can not see the wind,
but you feel it.
I respect the quiet,
but I admire those
who need to be heard.
Speaking is a metaphor.
Hearing is a metaphor.
Voice is a metaphor.
Express your opinion,
however you can,
validate its existence.
Silence is ignorance.
self ignorance.
Self denial.
I will not listen
if you do not talk.