There is fear from saying something today that may not be true tomorrow – and that of not saying something for fear that it may be true. There is also joy, you see – so much so that the seams can’t seem to hold. And yet, a reality you never thought would be your own, suddenly, tearing at your dreams turned cold.
If you’re not careful, silence can turn the stiffness of your tongue into permanent decay. So speak, even if it is lined, foiled and baked in fear.
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