I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. Charlotte Brontë

Most of the time our words fail us, the more we think about them, the more they run away. Replaced with a smile, a nod, or tears, but not the word in itself. Sadness? Fear? maybe that is why we act more than we speak, for words cannot simply express how we understand ourselves