I want to tell you about all the things I’ve kept locked in the darkest parts of my soul, the unexplainable thoughts that wave my sleep away, the visions I have when everything grows silent, the nights when, trapped in my own brain, I dream nightmare after nightmare, the times when, desperate to feel anything, I give in to the feeling of longing.
The longing to talk.
To openly declare insanity in front of you and still hear you say it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t change a thing.
Well, if it doesn’t, then why tell you at all?
Why not let silence do the talking?
I want to tell you.
But I tend to say the most by not letting a single word slip my mouth.