“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”
-James Earl Jones
For once in my life, I am speechless. The flood of words I usually find so easily has run dry. I struggle now, to capture my emotions in letters. I drift in and out of consciousness, fading into reality only rarely. When asked something as simple as how my day was, I find no answer, and instead I stare blankly back at the one who asked as if I didn't understand the question, until they leave, muttering to themselves.
If I trace to what source I find, the dam of language lies mainly on one person. I passionately plead for an escape, but there's no escape to be found. Giving up would be breaking the silence, but breaking the silence would only be the opposite.
So I remain trapped inside myself, my tongue tied in endless knots. Without words, tears express from my heart what my lips cannot say. The silence is heavy, pressing down on me, swallowing me into its abyss, the loudest sound there is.
