Words I Never Said

It's so loud inside my head, with words that I should have said, As I drown in my regrets, I can't take back the words I never said...

- Lupe Fiasco ft. Skylar Grey

I think my mp3 rotated to this song just as began to take a shot of this passenger's hand. I don't know why but something really captivates me about old peoples hand. Maybe it's in the fragility, the softness, lines or wrinkles.

Lines and wrinkles that contain stories to tell; stories hidden.

Anyway, it got me thinking about growing old(er) and what influences we can make towards our own futures. Are we shirking away from our responsibilties within the bigger society? Are we doing out part to kill complancancy. It's coming to a point where politics can no longer be relegated to just innapropiate table conversation. The youth of this generation need to be invigorated with information that is due to them, and in turn they need to find it in themselves to stimulate opinions and voice them.

This is about the present leading towards the future. About voice, about art, about freedom of expression.

Speak those words you never said.