Unspoken words are like flower petals that peeled from where they belong or the drifting twigs that get washed away by the waves. They once held a life, they once held a meaning. Most of the time we lock them up in a little box and leave them to gather dust, when they could have been kicking lively on the tips of our tongues, waiting to be free. As if that’s not enough, we throw the key away, bury them deep underground, and wait till they decompose, till they cease to exist. The sad fact is that we don’t have complete control over what we do to them. And you know what’s even more heart-wrenching? Knowing their power to change our lives, yet not having the ability to seize that chance.