“I couldn’t say anything.” she said. “Sometimes the words don’t come out no matter how hard I try to set them free. Sometimes, it feels like I’m just not ready, to spill out everything that’s inside my mind.” she sighed and looked away. Hoping she was anywhere else but here. Then she continued, “It’s as if I’m struggling to open my heart for somebody else. As if I don’t want anybody else to know, that I chose to feel this pain in silence instead.”
Heartbeats and Broken Melodies//ma.c.a




















