i speak to you

 

to a window

 

through which i can fling

pebbles of my silence

and not fear

that i will hear the sound

of their crash

 

you can keep secrets

 

you can wait

 

 i know you will not judge

 

paper always flaunts

like a billboard

it does not keep secrets

in a grey darkness

 

it is like people

 

-adapted from memory is mad_nomad

(an uncertain work in progress)