Does Anyone Else See It?

Rhyming ramblings?

By Snarky LisaPublished 3 months ago • 1 min read

Memories forgotten, things unknown; gardens and fields in the dark which can’t grow. Sometimes I wonder, deep inside: does anyone else see it?

When buried flowers wilter out of sight? When disasters can’t be confirmed or denied? When secret passion begins in the heights: does anyone else see it?

Events aren’t always visible. Neither are things, or ideas we chose. Colours and auras in isolation; feelings like hidden fear or patience.

Will things, one day, ever change? Or will they stay seemingly hidden in gaze? Does it matter to you? Does it matter to me? It’s up to how we each perceive.

Sometimes, things are better obscured in privacy, without public allure. Attention may end up overwhelming; in excess, it could be physically exhausting.

Other times, though, they’re better revealed. With cover, vital things could be concealed. When forces of evil and justice coincide, occasionally comfort must get sacrificed.

Shadows fade: either with brightness or night. When light comes around, their power subsides. But if there’s nothing to balance the dark: their colour, over their presence triumphs.

Ultimately, obscurity isn’t always as is. Oftentimes, it ends up ending with:

Ashes of the flames that burn down when its consequences show. People and nature may be left in its throes.

Not everything can stay forever unknown. In secret, the tension can sometimes grow. Feelings inside; expressions out there; spreading further than their intentions’ true air.

If you’re lucky, you might end up finding someone who you can trust in deep windings. But if it’s not great to be you, loose lips could leave your secrecy confused.

So if you have some secrets out there: ask yourself, why do you care? You don’t have to answer, you have your right. However, do you think it’s worth the ride?