Book of Boris — Letters Never Sent: To the Ones Who Don’t Speak Yet
Verse 1: I met you once — the type who kept the room alive just by laughing. You cracked jokes like shields, and I saw how the world mistook that light for simplicity. But I knew the truth: every laugh was armor, every grin a prayer.
Verse 2: This isn’t a letter to you alone. It’s for anyone still biting their tongue because the air around them feels too heavy to carry sound. The ones who stay quiet, not out of fear — but because they’ve spent years learning how to survive the noise.
Verse 3: When you finally speak, don’t whisper apologies. Speak like thunder that forgot how to ask for permission. Your voice was never a mistake; it was just waiting for the right storm to echo through.
Verse 4: If nobody’s told you yet — you don’t need saving. You just need space to breathe and a reason to try again. And if you ever forget how to start, remember this: somewhere, someone heard your silence and understood.
Verse 5: So laugh if you can. Fight if you must. But whatever you do — don’t vanish. The world doesn’t need another echo. It needs your frequency.
Filed and sealed by Jerry “ The Ankle Biter ” Silverhand · Tribunal Chair (DPA)
Ledger note: “Even whispers can start revolutions — especially the ones that learn to laugh first.”