i guess i have never been lost

words, my silence breeds; some died untimely, some strangling each other creating deafening echos so sharp that my soul is bleeding. i thought i see sky underneath my feet, i want to sink in, but this color haze traps me in its grids. I want to spit them all out, words, my silence breeds which are swelling in my chest, so i can breathe….MIL32057//1