Did you ever scream?
I mean, did you ever scream, but nobody was listening?
I was surrounded. Outnumbered. Nearly overwhelmed even. My night was filled with pleasant diversions and distractions.
Yet, in the end, my heart still took that beat, and my lips still formed those words.
I'd say that those two events were of equal importance. Though I'd have given up the former, if I'd been forced to choose between them. If given a choice of which I would do again, well I'd certainly say the words again.
Beating heart be damned. It merely marks wasted time.
But the words, the words are important.
That's why they tore their way out of me.
Because they needed to be heard. That was their purpose, their reason for existing. And not only to be heard, but to be understood. To be recognized for what they were.
But they tore their way out of me, and I screamed them, and it was for naught.
Nobody was listening.