If we were to talk about it...

If we were to talk about it, perhaps you would view me differently. In a way where only the stars shine for me and the sun rises to my peak. If we were to talk about it, perhaps you would understand my undeniable inability to speak, the crack in my voice that resonates with the sound of broken children crying to an absent parent. You would understand why sitting in the embrace of cold floors gives warmth to my soul.