When silence covers you on the inside looking for a way out just some crack or hole in your skin to pour out from not like blood but sweet like honey a slow, sticky flow of silence finally
I can never rest from restlessness there is no room no space for questions here just a lingering feeling that I should try to say something try to rip the secrets open and spill their insides out for once tell the truth like it was supposed to be told with a smile and a stare doubtlessly