The burden of unspoken words

We never stopped talking. Like a chain of thoughts always connected to each other. When one broke off, the other picked up. It was such an easy camaraderie. The kind where one did not have to think before speaking. And yet, here we are. A pair of islands in the ocean. Connected and detached at the same time. We remain face to face, incapable of eliminating the barrier between us. The distance pains me. When I cannot fathom the intent behind your words. When I know you are upset but cannot cross the boundary of personal space. The times you say something random and I yearn to know what went on in that mind of yours. I wish to be so integral to your life that I don't have to rely on guesswork. However, I know that islands are bound and cannot move. Unless, there is an act of God. A tremor that could make the ripples in the ocean favor us. The very barrier separating us could become our biggest ally in uniting us. I picture us together and I swear I can spend my whole life wishing for it to happen.

But I cannot. As much as I would like it, I do realise that a tremor in our life could mean an earthquake for the rest of the world. As my daydream ends, I cradle all my thoughts in my bosom. They must remain within me. I don't know what catastrophies will arise when I unleash my words upon the world. Most importantly, upon you. Like dewdrops on a rose waiting to fall off, the urge to let the words slip through my lips is uncontrollable. I use up all my strength to remain mum, but the heart doesn't surrender so easily. It wants to be heard, to be comforted. It misses the reassurance it has been accustomed to. I grow weary of the continuous turmoil. I finally throw away the mask of false bravery and collapse to the ground. The burden of unspoken words seems to feel a bit lighter, as they find a way to escape through my eyes.