I want to say - I want to not say

I want to say, shut me up. Lord knows, I talk too much. Past logic, past intellect and into the gray zone, where a simple concept becomes too complex and too abstract to be taken seriously anymore. The conversation is interesting, in the beginning. We nod in agreement of things almost not articulated, the conversation clicks, I take a left turn. It enters a place where the idea is lost and wandering. Like this. Rambling again. Be quiet, now! Just smile. How 'bout that rain last night?