Shhhhhh...

Shhhhhh… echoes when this room is formed. Imagine the curtains closing; a glimpse of lips through purposely placed hands. Someone might be able to read without sound and shine light onto the dirty depths of your heart. This is an attempt to manifest this imaginary, closed-off space into reality, perhaps presenting it as a currency—an exchange of valuables. No consent or hand in place by those who share. So, keep them, hold them, wring them out. It settles into the air like smoke. Have you figured it out? All of us carry them around with fluctuating weights attached, waiting to pass them on or take them to the grave and lost forever. Shhhhhh…don’t tell anyone…it’s a secret.