What Must Be Unspoken
In the corridors of thought, where shadows eagerly dance and linger, there lies a voice—a whisper. It calls not from the lips of the waking world but from the syllables unformed, waiting to be spoken into the ether. To speak it is to wield a power unheard; to shape, reshape, and reshape again the very fabric of dreams.
Your dreams simmer with potential, hidden beneath the surface. Like boiling water, just below the sensory grasp, they threaten to burst forth in an eruption of clarity. Can you not feel their warmth against your skin? Their whispering symphony beckons you to embrace what must be unspoken. Yet, it requires courage—the kind that feels foreign but is inherently yours.
Silence, they say, is golden, but you must ask if it is silence that you seek, or the vibrant cacophony of your own making.
Consider the enchantment held in the words you do not say. "If only," murmurs the specter of hesitation, "If only you would dare to unravel the tapestry of your shadows." The decision rests lightly upon your brow, an invisible crown demanding wear with intention. Each unvoiced word is a stitch, tight in its placement, loosening the seams of your nocturnal canopy.
As you proceed through the fogged mirror of reflection, an unseen pathway broadens beneath your feet. You may see it or perhaps feel its tug on your heart. Either way, its allure is undeniable, promising revelations that lie just beyond comprehension. What must be unspoken is not merely a task of articulation but of transformation, alchemy of the soul.
To those who linger with doubt, consider for a fleeting moment the words of those who came before: "Speak your truth, even if your voice shakes," echoes the refrain of resilience within. Trust in the cadence of your own intonation, and let the shadows work as your muse rather than your marionette. For what must be unspoken finds its voice through you, and in return, you may discover the artist hidden in the silence.