Things we cannot say

[valarltd]

In every situation, there are things you cannot say.
They lie on the back of the tongue
and the front of the brain
and wait.

Good.
Why should he care?
What makes you think things will change?
Male, isn't he? What do you expect?
And now he'll never be a man.
Rome, Rome, fucking Rome.

You can't find the video clip to give it context.
You can't go against conventional wisdom.
So you bite your tongue.
You sit on your hands.
You post cat pictures
and cryptic poetry
and all the minutiae
that will allow you to move out of the dark place.

Not guilty.
Found dead.
Passed today despite protests.

I bite my tongue...and know I am a bad person.