There's this one part in Will Grayson, Will Grayson where John Green's Will and this girl had 'ten minutes of pure honesty' and they'd set aside their feelings, forget the human necessity to protect ourselves or other people, and just say the truth for ten minutes.
And I wonder how that could be. I wish I could be like that with someone. I wish I had that boldness. I wish I was never petrified by emotions or the fear of rejection or whatever consequences come hand in hand with letting go of the truth. After all, the truth is terrifying, terrible, and beautiful all at once in its nakedness. A blessing dressed as a curse and vice-versa. Sometimes hearing the truth is not what you ask for: not always what you want, but most of the time it's what you need.
Think of a person who doesn't entirely mean nothing in your life, holds a certain kind of significance and maybe in one way or another you love them (this could be one-sided) and there's this build-up of unanswered questions bearing its weight on your chest like this person just dragged all this heavy shit across the room and left it there, and the only way of gaining release is if this person gives it to you himself, but he doesn't, because he doesn't know you have these questions-- you can't speak up, the truth is a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue, so instead all that there is are lingering questions that still hang in the air like question marks you can't get rid off, like millions of unfinished businesses, and a burden on your chest that you find it hard to breathe, so there's no room at all for closure.
But I think of how the saying "The truth will set you free" has been built in us since childhood, only to realize that this does not always apply. There are still exact moments where the truth stops being what's good for you. and the only thing left to do is to just hold your tongue and keep the words to yourself.
12/20/12:
"Should I tell him the truth?"
"Don't. Please. It's going to be disastrous."
12/22/12:
"I want to tell you something, but I don't know if I should."
"Is it worth it?"
"I don't know if it is."
Seventeen and studying Psychology. I like books, coffee, lyricism, magic hour, (in)signifcant moments, free-verse poetry, mental disorders, female anatomy, pretty smiles, late night conversations, and the time it takes for two people to transcend the boundary between strangers and friends.
I keep sadness at bay by constantly falling in love with the little things in life. My name is Anna and this is where I try to write.
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