Back on the bird site, there was too much going on. I felt like I didn't have anything to add since it had all been said twenty times before I opened my mouth. It's a little quieter here and suddenly my mind has space to think.

There's a Rumi poem that's kinda like that, but I can't find it again. Something about how he feels so loud while writing, but when people are there he is very quiet and says nothing at all