Sometimes you want to call your friend. And just want to talk like a waterfall about the things in your head, about everything in your heart… what busies you since ages…
Because you know, this special person is everything you have.
You grap the phone, you dial the number.
But everything you manage is to swallow the big lump which would cause you to cry.
Because You feel…you are
A person who is beared patiently.
No, your friend didn’t cause those thoughts. It was your demons fault, which are domicile in your head.
So you keep silent. Maybe forever.