I read sometime ago in a quote that talking is the vent pipe that releases the necessary pressure to do the cooking. Ok damn bad explanation and damn bad title.
Personally, when I hold a thought and refrain from talking about it, I usually write explosive types of writing that every gunpowder and shrapnel sticks to every word written.
But if I talk about it, my writing becomes half cooked and comes out stale and seems to be written by a bored-to-death high school student in drudgery trying to pass his English subject.
But then again, this lately, writing in a way becomes the antithesis of an explosive living.
If that still doesn’t make any sense to you, maybe it really doesn’t make sense at all. But maybe it does.