Sometimes we read a write-up and it drains all our energy. We start feeling low key. We all know that we shouldn't let words take control over us but you know words are spell and under the spell, we all feel so helpless. What else a person under the spell can do anyways?
I regret sometimes reading sad stories. I keep feeling that shit in my chest? I read one sad story and it spoils my whole day, perhaps because I am too sensitive. Well, being sensitive has its pros and cons. Where it makes you prone to sadness at the same time it makes you humble towards other people and you understand their pain.
But have you guys ever thought about those words which stay hidden inside a writer's heart? Those naked aches which can never be dressed up by words. I mean not every pain, every grief can be described in words. There is always some part which stays hidden inside your heart forever and it goes in the grave with you when you die.
Those silent screams which no one has ever heard of and which can tear anyone's soul apart. Words shouldn't carry weight more than they can hold at its back. But what about humans holding it all the time back in their minds? And what about all the heart tearing hidden sobs?
Pray for mankind. May they don't have to suffer in silence, may they don't go through pain which they can't even describe.