Eat It
There is a time for everything: a time to speak and a time to be still. And the line between these two is often muddled.
Except when its perfectly clear. Sometimes the words are just burning in your soul and the longer you hold them hostage, the more they gnaw at you like a dog on a bone. Then, you are either compelled to speak or content to fester.
Other times, you know the words that have found you and long to spill out are not your true heart. They are your protection, your shield, ready in a moment’s worth of hurt. You’ll regret those words if you loose them. It’s best to be still, then.