Every Word You Cannot Say

by Iain S. Thomas

I know sometimes your brain is too loud and your heart bangs on the ceiling with a broom, screaming, “Shut up, you’re going to ruin this for us.” I know sometimes, it’s too late, and the music plays on.

I know you hurt and that you love and that, sometimes, love is the reason you hurt. I know you feel things and wish sometimes that someone was there to tell you that you’re allowed to feel everything you’re feeling. I know that, sometimes, you wish someone would just say the words you needed to hear because, sometimes, you don’t even know what those words are.

Sometimes we do not see how much someone is already hurting and so when we hurt someone just a little, and they react, we think they’re overreacting, that they’re hostile and they think they’re finally being brave.

Break every vow that hurts you. Take every opportunity. Light all fires. Turn all keys.

Silence your own critics but pay attention to harsh, good advice.

Not everyone wins the lottery, but everyone who does bought a ticket. To live the life you want, you have to be brave and buy the ticket every single day.

And we’re not everything we could be, because we’re afraid to allow ourselves to exist all at once, because too many people have told us not to.

I hope you never stop looking for you.

But I will carry on, despite the world. But I will become what I needed. Because I am, and I will, and I can.