listeners attract the talkers.
the talkers have much to say.

i ask the questions.
and they answer.
i offer support and compassion and feedback.
and they keep on keeping on.

and i dont mind so much.
except when we finish and i am very aware they
know absolutely nothing about who i am.
maybe they just dont have anyone to hear them in their life.
maybe they just dont have anyone who takes interest in who they are.
maybe they need to talk to reaffirm to themselves that they are important.

and i understand that, but sometimes i feel sucked dry.

not that i have so much to say.
but i do have some golden gems within me.
and at the very least,
maybe they should be sure of my name.
it would just help if you knew my name.

i suppose it is why i often go out in the fields and the woods by myself.
nature is the kindest listener in my life.
so very patient. giving me as much time as i need. and i am certain
she knows my name. no interruptions, no judgements, no topping stories,
just surrounding beautiful support. and i know her details and take equal
interest in what mysteries she holds... it is balanced, and i always feels so attended to.

i am trying to be more compassionate with the talkers,
but sometimes i find myself screaming "SHUT UP! SHUT UP!" in my head.

not very nice, i know.
im working on it.