Is it true, that your eyes don't sparkle anymore
Is it true, that your mouth refuses to pronounce those words anymore
the unspoken words of the unknown hero can be more harmful than
the truth spoken by a great anonymous. The falsehood of the spoken words speak louder than the whispers of what lies beneath. For what is worth the anonymity of the truth is what will find us.
This is what will invade our soul with irony, confusion and desperate anger.
These words, they are not words, it is not a phrase, it is not a polite sound. For what is worth, our mind will progress and these words will only be dust, fading with each second that passes by waiting for something to gasp for air, for something to be untruthful again.
Is it false, the words that you cannot breathe, the ones you can not shelter.
Is it true or is it aflse?
only in our hearts lies the answer to these whispers, to these unspoken truths that live in the highest mountains of the tallest of our fears.
This fear will takes over without even asking to come in. Stupidly feeling it being, without a sound, without a noise.
the truth or the falshood of our mind reads these last words and does not know what to say.
This silence, who can? how can it be?
