Clairvoyance

They say talking helps. It helps you reach at a conclusion. It helps one to over come his fears. It helps you to vanish ghosts of past residing in the vacuum of opinions.

So people talk. At the highest of their voices. With shining clothes and glittering opinions. One after another. Crushing another voices. Bringing food for the hunger of tabloid expectations. Shouting in the language of their choice. Instructing to be independent in each opinion. Then shredding down the independent opinions down the gutter of holiness.

Devoid by the opportunity to hear another voice, they shout. They declare opinion,
Opinions holier than thou.

Then at one point it all goes mum. Leaving you with the echo of opinions. Leaving you with the option of electing any part of their therapy. Leaving you with more fears, with more brands and advertisements. Leaving you to succumb to your own injuries from voidness.

People say talking helps.