"I don't have the words", she said to herself. She felt not so comfortable because of getting used to this feeling. She had a terrible feeling that resided between her lungs made her gasp air every moment. She tried to remain nonchalant and tried to breathe. She wasn't aware of why her mind was inside utter chaos. Thoughts simply did not flaunt out of her mind.
Explaining the feeling of not being able to talk her heart out, was like holding the Pacific ocean in her palm. It was so impossible to express herself. Explaining her problem was like reasoning her existence on this planet. There was so much heaped up inside her brain. She kept pretending and pretending, but she wasn't pretending.
She was caught up in the labyrinth. But she could find her way out if she stood up against her sanity. She was feeling torn apart in herself by keeping too many secrets and messing up her thought process. We all have a lot of things we want to say, but we simply cannot. In that way, our sanity keeps dying inside us every single day.
Words are overrated. It is totally confounding where we have to be aware of every word we talk about. Sometimes speaking our hearts out is like the feeling between waking up after a dream, where we aren't sure if we were awake or really dreaming. It is a farrago of confusion, every little emotion that we have snarled up into a complex mess of dreams and thoughts.
If only we could tell everyone everything that we know or think. We'll have to keep defending ourselves and saving ourselves from being misunderstood every day. It is sometimes good to act like we're empty. We all have a bundle of thesaurus inside our heads but we are still afraid of choosing the wrong word. Maybe some stories are destined to remain secret.
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