Quiet

It's funny how I can suddenly write twice after a month of nothing. Of course, because I have absolutely no time to be doing it. :)

Sometimes what you don’t say is even more important than what you do say.
Those words left alone.
Those thoughts left as thoughts.
Faint images.
Half formed ideas.
There’s a whole world of that in my mind.
It touches my soul
and sometimes, it breaks my heart.
People plagued by regrets.
People we love who would rather be right
than be happy.
Yes, sometimes, you do have to choose.
And I choose me.
I’d rather be me and own myself
Than be loved for being a person I never was.
What good is that kind of validation anyway?
What value does that possess?
How can your heart feel love that was never meant for you
and be happy with that?
Just wondering.