So many things to say, not enough words.
We humans are the ones who created language and we are the ones wishing for more accurate words to express ourselves: this irony cannot be denied. Sometimes it's about the situation, sometimes about the words we failed to produce. always with a hint of hesitation: after all, we are humans. We cannot afford to speak all our thoughts out loud. and so we turn to the mighty pen as our weapon of choice.
Aren't we all just searching for answers in our own way? Imagine what would happen if only we had said that one thing and not left it to chance, if only the unsaid truth somehow found its way from our hearts to theirs. Wouldn't it be so much easier?