tangible conversations

My voice runs through my head, my thoughts reaching up, out and far
I speak sometimes faster than my mind can form the words
never stopping to listen to myself or anything else
I release, in rapid succession the things that plague my mind
and hope that maybe they are heard, and known, and understood...
but I'm not always convinced of this,
a failing of mine
and so
I write them down, and make them tangible...
and sometimes, so does He.