"Ignorance is Bliss"

how true.

secrets don't trickle out
or spill out
they gush out
too fast
too quickly
until the only thing you can do
is surrender yourself
to the 'truth'
and drown in them.

and almost immediately
the world changes
things can never be as they were before
pure
white
innocent.
no.
those were all lies.
half truths
exagerrated
stretched

it's amazing how people build facades
day after day
but facades crumble too
leaving the broken pieces shattered
scattered.
and these pieces prick
it gets deep under the skin
hurting constantly
a tiny reminder.

we are all actors.
and the world's a stage
we move around silently
in our own little world
a bubble
but there are no audiences
almost. meaningless acting

excessive politeness
useless chatter
they do not heal the wound
or cover it up.
they worsen it
like salt.

a scar is left.
a crack right through the centre
a dent
unrepairable

hopefully.
almost.

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain.
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.
-emily dickinson

posted by ellie at 9/05/2005 09:47:00 pm