What secrets do you keep, nestled deep in the folds of your day-to-day smile, while you navigate your way through the hours of daylight? When the sun is rising slow through pomegranate clouds and the kitchen is neat and quiet, right before the smell of coffee warms your knuckles and your toes, what do you think of then, what dreams, what hopes fuel the juice of life that nurtures your morning movements?

And when the day is in full swing, what of those hopes, then? Where is the space where all sweet cravings reside? Where is the point where the pressure builds up, crushing the breath from your lungs, drawing your eyelids to close in mid-traffic to dispel a clandestine tear while all around you the world kicks and screams and loose ends are everywhere to be safely bound?

Sometimes you can feel it, small and painfully dense, the place where all the unsaid resides, its ever-challenged boundaries stretched to their limits at twilight, when the shadows are long and all you hear is the last of the birdsong and the cry of your crumpled soul as it reaches towards the darkening horizon, hopelessly fleeing a sense of injustice so strong it overwhelms logic and common sense.

And then, where do your secrets go, when night falls and there is nothing but you and the darkness and the cruel stars above call your name so loudly but never reach out to lift you up in their arms? Where do they take their uneasy rest when all that remains is silence and glowing red numbers in deep shadow? When reality collapses into the cold, empty knowledge of what is not and could never be, what can you do then, but pray for a truce of sweet oblivion from this merciless war you wage, day in and day out, on yourself? ☺♡