Sometimes I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by what is left unsaid, by what is felt without words.
I imagine a warm night, the sky covered in stars, and my bare feet on the sand.
There, right there, I feel everything I repress daring to come out: my desire to be free
Turns Off
I'm turned off by judgment, haste, and a lack of tenderness.
That need to control what should be flowing.
The fear of what one truly feels.
I'm turned off when I'm not listened to...
When I speak in silence and no one understands.
