Sealed Lips, Dry Eyes

Some words come easy, some don’t. The most important barely make their way out.
Those that have the power to bring us to our knees, we hold closest, lest anyone know how we truly feel. We have gotten so good at lying, we don’t realize that at some point, we ourselves  began believing it. But no matter how much you believe it, a lie is still a lie.

Sometimes it’s not what is said, but what is left unstated. The ambiguity we leave to linger in the air.
Its hesitation before giving a reply that barely skirts the truth.

Sometimes pain characterizes every waking moment until you can’t remember what ‘normal’ feels like.

Sometimes, under the cloak of darkness, away from caring eyes,  we let ourselves go. We stop running and let the tears catch up. Not that they were that far behind.

Sometimes, not all the time, we wish we could have them back. If only for a moment.  Just to hold them. To tell them we love them. To tell them how much we miss them.
Only that sometimes, ‘sometimes’ is every single stitch in the fabric of time.

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2 thoughts on “Sealed Lips, Dry Eyes

  1. Anthony says:

    u hit the nail right onthe head with a sledge hammer

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