Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

There are days when everyone needs you to be strong, even if you’re dying inside, and you can only cry when no one’s looking because you’re petrified of letting them down. And I know you know: It can be so incredibly hard, just to be.

Because there is a God of moments and he passes quickly, you have to be ready to pray to him, even for little things.

Living the life you want, after you live the life you have, doesn’t actually work.

We all intend to be perfect but none of us are. If only we could all see each other as we intended to be, instead of as who we are.

So I say, ‘I love you’ but I mean, ‘I believe I will love you again, one day.’”

Back in the dream I ask you if you would burn with me, if I burned, and you tell me that you’ve always burned for me, and in the dream, I believe you.

We could give each other’s hearts participation trophies and take each other home to our parents and say, “Do you see? I told you I was real.” Because you make me real.

And you can hide so much, you forget what it’s like to be found.”

“How can I help you, when what happened to you, happened to you before I got Here. You think if I went away, your problems would go away. But I’m just a person. I’m not your problems. Your problems, are your problems. What happened to you, happened to you before I got Here.”

“Every time I think of you, I try to think of a blank canvas instead and I try to replace the picture I have of you in my mind, and then the hand of a ghost takes mine, and paints a picture of you, anyway. ”

I really do hope you find what you’re looking for, and I hope you find something new to look for after that, and I hope some part of you is always looking and that you discover that searching is something beautiful we all do.