We are leaving some things unsaid. Every word unsaid. They are your own secrets .My secrets. Our lives. We are leaving some things unsaid. These words can’t do anything. They are feeling trapped and unable to get out. They are trapped inside a cell in our heads. We are keeping our memories for ourselves. Giving a fake outcast of what we call life. What we say is life. A cover up for those who don’t know. An “inside joke” that’s not really a joke. We are leaving some things unsaid. Not letting reality join history. Our story. We are leaving things unsaid. And now I’m here to unleash them. To free those from their prison hold. I am letting these words be free. These unsaid words are like hushed undertones. White lies. Secrets kept hidden. Trash. They are unused and neglected. Where’s the word police to stop this abuse. It is a crime. We are leaving some things unsaid. Important parts of our lives. Every word creates a story. We are leaving some things unsaid. I didn’t want to do that anymore so I stopped. I told my story. I gave my side. I spoke my words. Do you dare disturb the universe? What you think is a peace is really a cover up. There will be no peace unless the truth is spoken. There will be no peace unless these words are said. It is impossible to hear what is unsaid.
December 4, 2011