Questions are always welcome, the answers await them.
Only words required at times…
…unless they are provoked.
…and then thoughts behind the words lay untouched, unspoken.
Some words; more effective left unspoken, thoughts not thought of.
For blemished & blurred memoirs are treasured more than crisp and bright accounts of past.
The dying emotions that lay around, hoping to live again.
Emotions fueling the expressions, wandering around for times when the spirit is lifted so high it breaks out of the mold and speaks for itself.
…and the unbearable pain will always make you grow.
For pain stays longer than happiness and is felt anew whenever that past haunts you.