There are words that we never say. The words that uncover us and making us open. These unspoken confessions are lumpy in the throat and stop breathing. They can be swallowed. And then they drop down somewhere like an iron ball. The surface is covered with an iron mask, protection.
Sometimes these words rise to the surface again in the hope of being voiced.
It's so hard to say them. They are easier to write by letter or postcard. You do not hear the answer on such words. But hey will be read and will not be a lump in the throat. Breathing is easier. Life is lighter. The flight is normal...
