The most important things are the hardest things to say.
They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
This photo is probably expression of my longing for the next holiday in the summer, since the current weather is really awful. It's raining, windy, gray and cold.