“To sin by silence when they should protest makes cowards of men.”¬†

Abraham Lincoln

Time passes but it’s hard to feel it move when what you feel remains unchanging. Your eyes pretend of calm but when you open yourself up to fill the blank pages, you ink them with heaving skies and tormented greys. As though the weight of your burdens could only be seen by you alone.

They see that there’s another story beneath the smiles but they don’t know that it was you who called for the thunder.