Only Speechless

Slowly...
But don't stop completely.


We are running for something out of our reach.


Always running...


Never stopping...


Just keep running...


In our eyes only can we find what they can't.


Because we want to find it.


That secret that has been eating us up inside...
The one that we want to say...
But we only become speechless.


But then we close our mouthes pretending nothing was ever said.


Only in our eyes and in our hearts do we know the truth...


Do we tell a secret that we know is dreadful?
Or do we tell a lie that we know is hurtful?


I've always wondered which is worse in a bad situation...


The truth, or a made up lie.

When we are walking alone in the night...
Do we always look over our shoulder

to see if someone is following?


Are we scared of our own shadows?


We end up saying things we don't want to.
A slip...
A mistake...


Some will be forgiven.
Some will be forgotten.


Others will be lived with regret for ages...


But my secrets....


They will be written down.
Sewn through out the edges of my writing...


Hidden, but unveiled.


To the opened eye...


But more importantly...
To the opened mind.