Will this pass?

I've started talking less, or rather stopped speaking as much as I used to, explains the staying away from blogging for a while. Its perhaps coz I don't feel like doing so or maybe just don't find the need to. There are times, rather phases in your life when you wanna talk, loud, to be heard, to be understood and others when you just want the silence to seep deeper, deep enough to your core to let all that has happened slowly engulf you. There are times when you lose your own grounding, the very thing that defines who you are, makes you feel yourself and then you don't want to speak up, you want it to stay, to heal it all you need to feel it first, sooner or later you know its coming to get you. You feel like holding your breath, to let it settle, to numb yourself, and the moment you let go, you feel it, a gash harder and deeper than you imagined. And then, nothing helps, talking the least. Much worse than it seemed at the surface. You tend to look around observe, you get to know people, things about them, the way you never did, you notice things about them, eventually about yourself. Surprised at your own gestures, what they convey, the way they do you wanna call all those words trivial, all those ever said or heard. Watching, feeling and reliving everything in my head, its another world coinciding with the reality that holds you, tries to grip you, losing grip and failing every moment. I know it'l be over soon, and the light isn't too far away, it won't be long before I 'speak up' again. Listening, watching, feeling, living there's not much that remains unexpressed, the eyes betray you more often than not, mindful of the rest of you. I wait, and wait longer to wake up to another day, another world, for the numbness, yet wanting more of this phase, of letting it pierce, shake me up and remind me of what I am. Or will this as they say just pass?