Drafts unpublished Letters never sent Text messages discarded Words unsaid Feelings never shown Truths untold *random thoughts @ 10:21pm*— Claudine Faylogna (@claudinectf) November 10, 2014
Life has a funny way of suddenly making us realize things when we’re already lying on our beds at night and about to sleep; that moment when we get a glimpse of the night sky and just whisper, “Life… Life.” It’s amazing, too, how one second could make a transition in the way we perceive reality. Fast and sudden, yes, but that’s how it really is, right? Time’s too fast and moments are too sudden. We try to capture memories but after some time they will all be nothing but unmoving images; captured are the smiles and the laughter, but never the stories behind it.
Because there will always be those untold stories, or maybe stories that had started but weren’t given endings. There will always be unfinished sentences or omitted phrases. There will always be something in our lives that, as much as we would have wanted to tell the world, circumstances provide that we can never do it – not because we weren’t allowed to, but because it’s the best thing we could ever do.
Each one of us has a story to tell, but not all stories are meant to be written in papers or carved in stones. Some stories are just as good as the vapor in the air. That doesn’t mean that those stories aren’t significant – they are, because all stories are connected and everything happens because of what had previously happened.
Our stories, no matter how big or small, long or short, amazing or devastating, are all linked to make sense like the Big Bang Theory. It doesn’t matter if you’re the lady with the perfectly applied red lipstick or the damsel with make-up smeared eyes. It doesn’t matter if you’re the man with a nice suit or the guy with full-body tattoo. We’re all part of an untold story, and we all have stories that we will never tell.