I have so many passionate conversations in my own head that never make it out into the real world. Sometimes I can’t remember if I’ve said them aloud or not. Their escape from me is a rare occurrence. They usually remain inside my head. I silently act them out, word for word, but I never utter them. I’m not brave enough. I do feel a sense of relief when I’ve said what I have to say, even if nobody has heard it. It’s a daily battle that I’ll never win.