All the mountains that were never seen

This isn't to say that, I care less about the words choked in my throat. It's more of the fact that they have strangled me to a fatal moment where I have lost the energy to struggle against them, and I am letting them stay within silence, suppressed in stillness.




All the colors that were never seen
All the melodies that were never heard
All the caresses that were never felt
All the space that was never explored
All the words that were left unsaid