Somethings I Want to Share, But Don't Know How

I had something to say. It made sense inside my mind. Even when I said it out loud it made sense. But then I thought better and decided not to think about it again, for I wasn't sure how people would react... My stubborn mind could not let it alone, of course. It never does. I thought about that again, and it made sense as always,  since the very begining. The only thing impeding my thoughts to become loud was my fear of people's reaction. No especific reactions, though. It was only fear of the darkness covering the future that was to come by my hands. For one moment, I had the power to change the future, even slightly, with only some disorganized thoughts (or too elaborated ones). It was too much for me, however, and I was tired of tracking down my line of thought all over again, and, then, I went to sleep.