It’s funny, in a not-so-funny way, how often our words get stuck, isn’t it? They say talking is one of the most natural things we do, but sometimes it feels like anything but confusion. As if there’s this whole world inside your head, clear and vivid, but the moment you try to share a piece of it out loud, it gets lost in translation. You’re left with this frustrating feeling of being misunderstood or not being able to fully express yourself.

The more you try, the messier it gets, until you just sit there, staring at the tangle, wondering how something so small could feel so complicated. And in that moment, you think maybe it’s easier to just leave it knotted. After all, silence is comfortable. At least in your head, everything’s clear.

But hey, that’s the beauty of it too, right? The messiness, the imperfection, the human-ness of it all. Sometimes, the best conversations come from the most unexpected and chaotic beginnings. Those moments when the words don’t come out quite right, but somehow, in the pauses, something deeper is communicated. It’s in that space between what’s said and unsaid. Because it’s not always about the perfect words. It’s about the shared experience of trying, of being vulnerable enough to speak, even when it’s hard.

Her belly boils, 
ready to erupt with a snarky
remark
A childish way to catch attention.

She pauses
gathering her thoughts 
until nausea, 
the uncontrollable urge to puke it all out.

A messy confusion
The symptoms of those who can’t talk.

Chang
Da Nang, 09.24