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The Holiness of Unsent Words
Some love stories just need silence.
“When you try your best, but you don’t succeed.”
— by Coldplay.
That song always gets me.
It stirs something deep inside, where the past is buried and the scars lie dormant, waiting beneath layers of time to erupt unexpectedly at the slightest whim of a song like that.
Fix you.
The floodgates open.
You type out the message. Then you erase it.
You probably do it a hundred times — open the app, write the words, then delete them before you can hit send.
Most of the time.
You’re dredging the depths of your soul for an answer, a sign — some “show me the damn way” kind of plea, searching for answers in the stars.
Please. Is there anybody out there?
He or she is out there.
In the wilderness.
So close, but a world apart.
And there’s so much to say. So much to share, to teach, to learn.
So much left unsaid.
It feels like a bottomless well of knowing between you —
