It's almost like they don't want you to know.

Maybe that's the thing, maybe you're getting to deep into things and that's why your mind refuses to tell you the answers.

Maybe that's why you can't find the confidence to publish half of your work, make it be able to be reached by any person who decides to click on your story.

Maybe that's why you constantly stay awake, dreading that you mentioned or did something wrong.

Maybe you shouldn't really care.

Maybe you should publish them anyways.

They might not be a big hit like any stories, they might not be well, but they'd be there and you'd have the right to say you did it.

But what if someone doesn't like it and says something?

What if you get into a problem because of something you wrote? Forced to burn down some bridges you secretly cherished before?

What if your words meet silence, nobody missing the lack of your words and nobody willing to search for them to come back.

What if they never left? What if your words are heard, but not really heard.

What if you don't want them to be?

Well, in the end it's your choice.

There's a universe waiting where you pressed that button and let the world see your works.

There's a world where you didn't and the words are only shared by those who happen to hear you or happen to care enough to take the time to listen.

They're both the same in a way.

Which world should you choose?

In the end?

What will happen if you make a wrong move?

When you think about it, you really can't. If you fall of your face you're at least not at the same place you were before and that's an improvement.

If you get into a problem then really it's time for you to get out of your comfort zone and reach out for once, learn how to trust your instincts more than you already do.

In the end, all and every single one of these and more words and world's will be forgotten by one, but discovered ghetto next day by another.

It's all up to whether or not you make that action easier.