I am full of unsaid words...
From an early age, we begin our journey with words. Initially, it's just a babble, an indistinct sound full of potential. As time passes, those sounds transform into sentences, and eventually, they blossom into conversations.
Words are the essence of our existence. They fuel our thoughts, our interactions, and our very being.
I am constructed from an innumerable array of words, many of which I cannot even recall. Some of these words have been hurtful, while others have been gentle and kind. They all leave their mark.
I am shaped by words—those of others and my own.
I've tried to disguise my words, to make them more palatable, but words aren't meant to be merely beautiful. They are meant to be experienced, to evoke emotions, and to spark something deep within us.
I have so many words inside that I feel like I'm choking.
Will letting them out do any good?
