Not one word comes out of their mouths and yet not one word is written. Their shyness wraps around their throats and cuffs their hands. They can’t escape because their fear holds them put. Their fear turns to unescapable waves of anxiety. Last night I talked to a girl whose tears had fallen before my eyes. She said “It’s not because I don’t want to it is because I’m scared”. I once knew her fear some time ago. I told her there was no reason to be scared but my words did not pierce through her. She told me that she did not have anything good to say so she does not have anything good to write. This brought me to my loneliest corner and at that point I held her. I drowned with her, in our tears. Everyone has something to say, to write, so express yourself. They did not shred their dread. Dread ate them from the inside out.