Isn't it odd how the things you want most in life are the self same that you daren't voice out loud? How quickly and effortlessly you hush the yearnings and pleadings of your heart while succumbing to the temptations of the flesh with nary thought. How loudly you bemoan the shallowness of your parents never-ending pockets and whinge about the sparseness of your overflowing wardrobe for all to hear yet guard with jealousy that which you covet above all else.
You suppress and oppress for fear a syllable of sound may shatter the fragile crystal-spun whisper and in its stead offer a multitude of alternatives - coarse and hard - to be flung from mouth to mouth in the careless abandon of conversation. How protective that your deepest desires remain untainted, unsullied by the commonness of talk.
And so you stand guard before the crevices of your heart where they lay hidden from prying eyes.
And in years to come as your feeble heart continues to pound out its slow-dying beat will you dust off the jealously guarded secret and gaze longingly into its depths, glad that it has been kept safe, sound, untouched, unblemished, protected ?
You may well ask what frail whisper I hide that brought on this tirade...
Hush!
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"The time has come the Walrus said to talk of many things: of shoes and ships and ceiling wax, of cabbages and kings."
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- Shaku
- Is 20.Is reading law in the UK. Misses the good old days of curling up with a good book on a rainy day and having long mindless giggly conversations with friends. Has an annoying habit of correcting everyone's grammar..which she's trying to work on. She lives for the apocalyptic words of wisdom in every piece of literature worthy of the name and dreams of conversations with Shakespeare and Shelley. And she is so enjoying talking about herself in the third person.
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