We all like to be the direction some one else is going, just once.
We've got our skin to cover all of our thoughts. Miles and miles of skin, and it's not rough, nor is it bullet proof. Our skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But does it matter!? Because they don't care how soft our skin is, they only want to hear about what our fingers do in the dark. What if all we do is crack open windows!? So to see lightening through the clouds. What if all we crave for is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air!? To reach for a notebook or a hand to hold!? No, but that's not the story they want. We don't want to be the water in the well, we don't want to be the well. But we'd like to not be the ground anymore. None of us want to be a thing, people dig their hands in anymore. How many circles can we walk in before we give up looking!? How long before we are lost for good!? It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
P.S : Secret keeping is learned behaviour as is the silence. There is always some one who cares enough for you to not swallow what you think is air. Some one cares enough to find out the stones tied to your feet. Talk. Just talk and you will find harmonies in my laughter, you'll find your elbows linked into tune. It wouldn't feel like you can't hum or key, anymore. Your melodies need to be heard, you need to recognise a tree, a front yard, and know that you've made it Home <3
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