Talking to Myself

I often talk to myself...
From trivial things like reminding myself to buy some snacks, to long conversations / monologue with myself.

After the passing of two close friends, I spoke to myself while driving home. I asked questions, which will never be answered. I said I missed them, I love them, and I will always hold them close to my heart. I cried, I smiled when recalling the memories with them, which I verbalised out to myself.

It sort of became a closure for myself, though there were many questions which will be unanswered forever. Somehow, it helped me come to terms with their passing in a way.