Unsaid Emotions

21 Jun

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 June 21, 2017 in random thoughts


16 responses to “Unsaid Emotions

  1. Heart to soul.

    June 21, 2017 at 12:32 PM


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  2. Shreya Sharma

    June 21, 2017 at 1:22 PM

    Very touching.

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Himali Shah

    June 21, 2017 at 9:11 PM

    I write and paint them.. how about you ?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. mywords331

    June 21, 2017 at 9:53 PM

    True..these unsaid emotions when expressed can create magic.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. hati03nisa

    June 22, 2017 at 3:29 AM

    Agree and just mesmerized

    Liked by 1 person

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