I never thought that raging current could still drag you though you'd placed yourself in a safer ground. I also realized that keeping quiet could harm others, and that silence can be deafening. My sincerity is still in question for a few, and I know that, yet as I would reiterate I would never react spontaneously.

It's hard to pretend that you are not affected, yet you know that it piercing, that you're feeling fragmented deep inside a shell, and weeping behind the facade. My own silence had accorded my own misery and pain that I need to endure.

I'm Sorry.

Acceptance is still in question, and an on-going process. But from now, I'm still going to stay behind, quiet yet grieving and mourning.