Un​spoken words

09 Mar

There are things we never tell anyone. We want to but we can’t. So we write them down. Or we paint them. Or we sing about them. It’s our only option. To remember. To attempt to discover the truth. Sometimes we do it to stay alive. These things, they live inside of us. They are the secrets we stash in our pockets and the weapons we carry like guns across our backs. And in the end we have to decide for ourselves when these things are worth fighting for, and when it’s time to throw in the towel. Sometimes a person has to die in order to live. Deep down, I know you know this. You just can’t seem to do anything about it. I guess it’s a sad fact of life that some of us move on and some of us inevitably stay behind. Only in this case I’m not sure which one of us is doing which. You were right about one thing though. It’s not fate. It’s a choice. And who knows, maybe we’ll meet again someday, somewhere up above all the noise. Until then, when you think of me, try and remember the good stuff. Try and remember the love.


Posted by on March 9, 2017 in random thoughts


3 responses to “Un​spoken words

  1. Love it Now

    March 9, 2017 at 5:49 PM

    personally I think your message is too camouflaged and sending it to someone you can induce a lot of confusion, but it’s just how I see it…

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  2. calexandra

    March 11, 2017 at 12:11 AM

    Thanks for sharing your thoughts! I thought this was beautiful and very relatable. Sometimes (a lot of the time) writing, painting etc. is the only way to try to get down your emotions so they last longer than a fleeting moment, or so you can return to them to see how far you’ve come. Either way, this was great!

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