There comes a point when even those who strip bare emotionally close up tight, refusing to speak, to confess.  A moment where the secrets become the tether to a sense of self, an anchor to this world.  For if we don’t have it all figured out just yet, we have work left to do.  We have a purpose for the long, lonely hours, when the world around us sleeps and we would rather dream.

There’s a point when crying wolf seems fruitless.  There’s only so much that can be done for the lost without a cause.  Remaining lost, alone, leaves the glimmer of a cause.  There is a puzzle box to sift through and shift into place.  There are regrets and remiss actions to chastise oneself for. 

Swallowing a secret brings emotions, anxieties, a silent suffering.  It is something more than nothing.

Day Eighteen:  Save Me – The Pierces

There’s a lot you don’t know.
And there’s a lot I can’t tell.
Would you think I’m crazy
If you knew me that well?
Cause there’s a lot you don’t know
But you say you won’t go and I’d like to believe you.

But I know there’s no one left to save me.
(I am the only one.)
There’s no one left to save me.
(I am the only one.)
There’s no one left to save me.

Is it all in my head
Or somehow is it truth?
Is it something I said?
I can offer no proof.

Cause there’s a lot you don’t know
But you say you won’t go and I’d like to believe you.

But I know there’s no one left to save me.
(I am the only one.)
There’s no one left to save me.
(I am the only one.)
There’s no one left to save me…