We Carry A Story That No One Else Can Read From The Outside
the tears glaze my eyes
and cloud my vision but
somehow i still manage to see clearly.
the curtains are pulled back
and the blinds are pulled up.
all i can see is darkness for miles.
except for the one street lamp on the corner of the sidewalk.
there’s an occasional car zooming down main street.
where are they going? it’s almost midnight.
maybe they’re on their way home from a wild party.
or maybe they’re on their way to the emergency room.
maybe their car is filled with panic and tension.
i wouldn’t know. i’m just an outsider.
isn’t that how it always is?
we carry a story that no one else can read from the outside.
but once you even crack open the door,
you’re flooded with emotions.
the car is gone
and so is its story.
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