Dread

At first glance, I may seem simple, but inside me, a great fire burns. I am that moment when a person stands at the border between saying and not saying, the moment when the throat is filled with sound but the tongue remains silent. My form, with its intertwining lines, is a display of confusion and doubt-a cry that appears silent, yet resonates within.
Each time you look at me, I remind you of that inner cry, the unknown emotions that sometimes bubble up in your heart but never escape. I am the voice of those silent, anxious moments, a reminder that sometimes silence is the most meaningful cry. And the fear born of silence is a powerful expression of inner feeling.