Sideways

It's like an internal debate, where arguments are hidden between pauses and sidelong glances. It seems like everything has long been put to bed, but memory still tosses and turns, throws off the covers, and reminds us of itself. There is noise in the head, warmth in the body - that very heat that cannot be calmed. And until the words are spoken directly, all that remains is to listen to this nervous rhythm, in which the unsaid burns more intensely than fire.