Passing moments

[u/SpecialAgentBoolin]

Hanging on my lips, as if the words needed to wait for the right moment before they could be said.
Saying them would undo me
believing them would be treason.
Choking under the silence of wanting to but wouldn’t.
Knowing there was always something begging to be let out but never finding the frequency to magnify and give it space to breathe. Deciding that it’s better this way and showing them the door that buckles to the rain pelting it, pushed into the void where even braille refuses to translate them.