Concealed

Well, you knew that all deceptions were to meet us someday. And when you saw the best, you expected the worst .

Millions of strange sounds echoing one single word... that devastating wind, that sensation of exclusion... if all was to be executed with such haste, then we could have at least worn our best masks and depart with so big a lie that not even we should get to question the nature of our own existence!

One by one, all my excuses fell into place, never to be distinguished again, intending to unearth the only purpose of disguising the very sense of all we had ever wanted but never dared to acquire...

And you should know me better... you know the secret reading of much of my coding... the paleness of my hands, the sparkling in my eyes, the movements of my lips... all converging into one sentence:


"That which you deny is what I need, and that which you need is what I could bring if you would only know".

A new one approaches and all I seek is a place to hide... but then again, I've never really been through the wild...