In the middle of a storm I can observe,
what life whispers behind my back.
And as I see her turn her face away,
I can see my world turning black.
Now I see the shy lightning bolts,
appear in the middle of the gray.
Looking directly at us.
Just under sinister sheets,
the shackles for now quiet and dark,
waiting for murmurations in the lonely streets,
hearing desperate voices scream outside.
Everyone holds a secret, one that chase them around, one that haunts them at night, one that goes through their everyday life. Everyone holds a secret, one that no one knows, one they’ll keep forever, one they’ll never tell. Everyone’s holding back, when you see them walk through the serious street in the middle of the crowd. Everyone’s holding back, when you watch them laugh, when you watch them cry, when you watch them shout, when you watch them smile.
Nobody knows what happens, when the curtains are finally closed, and that remains a mystery for the outer world. Nobody knows what’s hiding behind each pair of eyelashes, which keeps more secrets we could even imagine. Nobody knows the pain hidden behind a mask, no one can see the joy in the corner of a tear.
So I don’t know which is the secret you’re holding or if someday you will reveal it. I don’t know even if you are aware that your holding a secret, the one you try to see but can’t never realize, the one that slips out of your hands and out of your tears. I’ll just tell you that everyone holds a secret, one that haunts them at night, one they’ll keep forever, one they’ll never tell.
It’s been years since I last uploaded something, I’m sorry. I was very busy with Christmas stuff as well as a short novel I’m writing for a contest. I will come up with something very soon, see you in my next entry ❤