What do you do when your soul wants to shout, to scream that it exists in bare of all its ugliness, truths, and beauty? Do you give it voice, or quiet away—killing spirit once and for all in last desperate for expression?
What do you do? Allow scream to express in full raw and power of the spirit? Or die away inside, quiet one more time—today and forever after?
Not saying it is right, but my advice is scream. Chance the dare and live.