what is there to say

Upon the breathlessness and the numbness
weighing down our bodies to the point of exhaustion,
stories turn into one-liners, sentences into words,
and we become incapable of expressing ourselves
in a way that can be understood by an outsider.

So what we do is just let it be,
unaware that the many things thus left unsaid
aren’t at all better off stuck in the darkest corners of our minds.

For it is exactly these thoughts that end up leaving us preoccupied, paranoid,
never at ease.The longer you deny them and choose to keep them in said dark corners,
the more they start to unravel themselves – twisting your thoughts and churning your soul.

Things start to lose meaning, and with meaning goes value,
to the point where these things then represent next to nothing,
gradually leaving you with the ever growing feeling

of sheer emptiness.

One then starts to ask themself – is it worth suffering through that
just to leave it all be, only for the sake of a few imperative words being left unsaid?