A Sea of Unspoken Things

by Adrienne Young

I read once, years after I left, that they could actually speak to one another. That they had the ability to communicate through the network of fungi in the ground over miles and miles of forest. And I believed it.

If you are ever going through something, speak to the trees. They can hear you too ✨

smiled, but it hurt. “You were right, you know.” “About what?” “That we could fill an ocean with the things we never said.”

Maybe we were made in the dark, like Johnny said. But we’d found a way to create our own kind of light.