Do you know that feeling where the beast inside of your chest rattles those bars of your rip cage, shrieking, screaming. Those words. You don't know how to say them, because the beast speaks in foreign tongues, and yet you can feel those words. You can understand them and their depth, but you can't quite figure out how to unscramble the jibberish pounding away in your heart. Maybe the beast is just stubborn. maybe its trying to protect you. From what? Those words? They will blossom, they will rise up, sticking their fingers through the cage and groping for the answer, only when they know that the time is right.
