Ghost Waiting under the Gleam
The stories and bonds..
Complexes and being lost in details when ascending downer
What makes a human's secret important is not how or how much he/she hides it
But the embarrassment it feels
Scared to tell those tales and being afraid of being understood
Who counts on while counting the days of antipathy
Suffocating while trying to exist without being seen
Thinking of adding more to our lives but losing one thing as a debt and leaving it aside
The ID of the smile seems pretty enough but it is just the patience of waiting the overflew
Done to death emotions
Those heart lines and the huge mess of the mind confession
Crying at a corner while waiting for those antipathic days
Searching for mercy and respect for the wanted solitude
Scared to sleep in the dark and being afraid of losing the sparkles
That secret is still being kept,
Held under this tiny light
Crawling in silence, stepping slow and surer than ever with the unknown of what 5 minutes ahead brings
The marsh of wood and the murmuring girl in another room
A family under the same roof but not sharing the life
The embarrassment is buried by the psychosis
Creating an imaginary world and being far from the real matters
The tiny pieces of love and hatery
All being put in bottles
Covering them with aluminum foil
To wait the moment when it needs to be used
Being kept and hidden just like the secret
The bullets of banter hits different
The pills of dreaming and the pain of unreaching the imagined one
The secret is still held still,
Left under this tiny light.
Groom in white and the bride's black
The passion and sensation expo
Sceneries of fascination and the little peace with physical silence
But the voices are always kept inside
Lingering the happiness and the disturbance by violation of privacy
The businessman tie and suit feels scary
Hides the urge of sex and the pleasure of machine-self
Creeping slowly as ever and leaning downer to crouch under the table
The safety does not belong to where you are locked but where you feel you are closed
Tiny pieces of relief and telling those stories of past and the willing futures
The fault of thinking of what necessary is just to tell to anybody
But that little girl just prefers to being kept under the tiny light in peace
The melancholy and the dark blue light of the wooden home
She is not waiting to be illuminated or to be shared
Being shared is just being cut in pieces
Lingering the overwhelm and waiting under the street lamp
Far from the horrifying stuff and smiling for the real happiness
The tiny pieces of relief and being unspecial
Feels lighter than ever
Showering under the light to feel the joy of watching the scenery
The secret is still being kept
Held within the heart
The embarrassment what is making oneself who it is now
The light touch of the sparkles and the shards of hopes
The scary seemed power and the wanting of being kept in safety by the other one
Nothing else matter
Nothing else is a regret
Nothing is a different
Nothing else is a shame
The love of touch and unthinking the reality
Unquestioning the reasons and the results
They hit harder then ever
Failure and the success does not matter for her
The peace keeps the silence living on
Holds the secret still