Why are we taught to be hardened, to not ever utter a word of hurt, and to handicap our healing? How dare I murmur a word not brimming with humor, or in some way exceedingly appealing. The story not spoken time after time is to hold it in forever and you’ll be just fine.
Thus, we consign forever to oblivion.
Under a silent pressure that simulates a summer sun he loudly recites everything inside. By hook or crook, hopefully helping some stars align…equaling a life that is more than just fine.