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