Prose

Secrets

written by: Ithilgalad

As I gaze around the room, I wonder what each individual mind seeks....what secrets each heart holds....what burdens each soul bears....but mostly, I wonder what they're each hiding. A broken mind? A secret affair? A shattered heart? A bloody depression? a bitter past? A naughty desire? A misplaced rage? A damning confusion? You can't tell by their clothes, by their hair, by their words....Despite what you may think, true pain does not ride on the surface. It sinks down deep, torturing you and no other, breaking sanity. Even the most seemingly perfect life has its faults. Evil is always astir. You cannot escape it. Damnation is always an inch away. We live on a knife's edge, just moments from destruction. We laugh, as others scream. We cry, for others die. We hit, we hold, we bleed. We fuck, we hide, we surrender. We forget, we lose, we fight. We refuse to admit what it does to us. We are limp from being beaten, weak from our burdened load. We are careful of our trust, and so we are limited. We are coated, we are jaded. We are screwed, we are alive. We are ready. we are prepared. We are blinded. We are unaware. We are tired. We seek refuge, and some find it. Through passion. Through love. Through sport. Through art. I, myself, find it in music. I wonder where their's lies....Maybe they haven't found it yet....maybe they still wander down that cursed road. Who knows....who am I to say? Who am I to even guess? It's their life, not mine. I can't tell; I can't know. Still, I wonder what the answer might be....What are their secrets?
But I am greeted by only silence, in response to my unspoken questions. Well let them keep their secrets. And I will keep mine.

And we will all be deceived....