Unspoken words in proses.

Elucidation

People often ask me, "Why does your pieces seem sorrowful?" but I often answer with a smile and never ever answer with words like there is this secret I kept within myself that I couldn't tell people even this lips want to. Perhaps I'm still too coward to tell them the sensation in me every time I write those pieces that I presented them myself.

Now I stand here with courage I gathered, fearlessly, and, with conviction. I believe it is time to answer what's the reason behind those sorrowful pieces they're talking about; and why I continue creating such up until now that I am looking cheery like a kid that has this joyful side within themself.

To put it bluntly, I don't know; I do not know myself why this hand and why this heart continuously write doleful poems, as if wishing someone to notice those tears in my eyes every time I write in my dark gloomy room about what ever my mind tells me to write down my papers. I do not know, perhaps I have this pain within me that I could not release by crying for my eyes hurt everytime I try to weep to wipe away the pain inside; or perhaps only my pen understands my own emotion in me hence my chest felt in peace every time I write.

I do not know, I really do not know; why everytime people ask with such bewildered look in their face, I could not answer honestly; that the real reason behind those sorrowful pieces I share wholeheartedly, is in view of the fact that I, myself cannot explain.