What happens to all the things left unsaid? Things brimming underneath the surface, threatening to reveal themselves even as you push them down with all your might. Because you can't bring yourself to say them or you think they would be considered inappropriate or just because... So you stash them away for a rainy day, dropping them one at a time into that piggy bank hidden deep in the recesses of your heart. Like a kid you collect those thought pennies, except you're not sure how to spend them or if you will ever dip into that forbidden pile. Not for long though, because someday that piggy bank will shatter open and not because you can no longer resist the bells of the ice-cream truck passing by, or because the toy store finally has the last piece of that collection you've been building. But break open it does eventually, your secret stash of words left unsaid and feelings plucked out of mid-air only to be concealed. Because feelings have a life of their own, and left alone in the dark damp air of your guarded self, they can germinate and develop into an entity that you may no longer recognize. So one fine day the dam bursts open and your thoughts are laid out bare. And it doesn’t matter who is privy to them anymore. Because the things left unsaid have finally filled out the gnawing spaces that were pulling you apart.