To the one who stole, I say: nothing. To the one who broke, I say: nothing. To the one who saw only the mischiefer, I say: nothing. To the one who forged him, I say: nothing. To the one who gave hope, I say: nothing. To the one who ceased believing, I say: nothing with a cherry on top. I say nothing with a chest so full of words, I would choke on my own flames. I say nothing without the fear of missing any trains. I say nothing because silence is my noblest asset and my sturdiest weapon. I say nothing because silence is cowardice. I say nothing because silence stabs. Silence kills. Silence hurts. Silence maims. Silence dismantles. Silence humiliates. I say nothing because silence does all the sickening things words can. Brutal? Wicked? I bet it's all that and more. I still say nothing .. because silence collects all the corpses and leaves the battlefield squeaky clean. I say nothing because words belong to the land of only the living. I say nothing because words are notorious...
We are not superheroes with big red capes or vigilantes who fight crime at night. We are just personas with pens in their quivers and who are passionate enough to share the rowdy thoughts devouring their souls.