It's been awhile...

When nothing is said, is actually when there are plenty that needed to be said. Pages and pages of untold stories. Waiting to be unfold, although not necessarily to be shared.

There should be words in those white blanks: Nouns. Verbs. Adjectives and Adverbs. Strings of sentences. Exclamation marks.

There might even be drops of wet marks. Possibly as a result of some unchecked tears. But, I would rather saw specks of brightness. Reflections of lights, of endless possibilities.

For what is life if not for promises, you do not know now but you will.