it's all inside.

so many stories,
a whirlwind
of emotions.
i carry it all,
as do you.

in those moments
you open your mouth to speak,
only to be spoken over.
in the other moments,
you open your mouth to speak,
only to realise it would sound
stupid.
so you say nothing.
the breadth of your experience,
contained
inside the living room of your mind.

i say the living room,
because you likely are familiar with those
loud thoughts and unspoken words.
they decorate your world,
you just don't
know
if anyone else
would admire them.