Disquieted.

I fell through unmentioned words. I felt like I was falling through broken shadows.

They were piercing all around my skin, figuring its way to get in and kill the last spark I had inside a hopeless jar. It was like if something else was transforming itself from a miserable past, it was like if my mind and my voice presented changes throughout the falling.

It was just how the sharp edges of basic lettering cut the connection which came from my throat to my mouth, from my mind to my heart. I was starting to feel the pain caused by so many words trying to travel further than only my body; they couldn't understand that I had to keep them inside because I preferred to have the excruciating sensation of their yells inside of me than hitting someone so violently with them.

They slowly started to make a kind of escalator without my permission. They betrayed me for my own good, I knew that. Words tend to remain saved inside oneself; but once they're powerful enough, they decide to leave you without noticing.

Maybe because they're ready to hit another life by traveling around the space of time, around the air which levels them to round on another one's thoughts. They can't stay with you forever, unless you tell them they're a particular secret; or something really special to you.

It's like if they knew you. Like if they knew what is going on around you, how good can they be or how painful they can become towards your presence; since they work along with your own brain and heart, they're little steps which can guide you or destroy you, depending on the usage you give them.

And while I was slowly dying from the inside, my words didn't want to rotten. They knew they were powerful enough to make me suffer, so they decided to leave me so other thoughts could travel around my head: Newborn positive phrases.

This is when I softly became disquieted. Unraveling the random words from inside my head, pulling the garbage cans with hitting words and unamused paradigms out of the city of myself. Not because I didn't want to remember...but because I didn't want to feel the scratches of past broken shadows shouting my name to practically get out for my own good.

I became disquieted in the terms of not letting myself down again, saving unnecessary words. Pulling myself as a shield when the action isn't really appreciated it.

It isn't always good to save what you truly feel. Even though it's the truth that some phrases aren't really need to be said, if it's almost killing you inside...you need to say it. Without pretending, without further explanations. Become disquieted.