Locked in silence, covered by confused emotions, I have a secret that you will never find out. Trapped in my heart, I will tell you where it is, but I won’t show you the way. I will always hope that you discover it, yet I never want you to find it. Because it is a part of me that I jealously guard, I wouldn’t want anyone to take it. But because it is a part of me, I wish you could have it. Nevertheless, I will never reveal it.
Deeply preserved, it is hot and cold, soft and hard all at the same time. Like a diamond, it only holds the value we choose to give it. I will let you guess, through hidden smiles or elusive eyes, that there is a secret I will never confess. Then, you will be the only one to know there is an unexplored depth, the invisible part of the iceberg. Even if you dive into my silence, the ice will not crack.
It is my shelter from what disturbs me. It is my treasure, collected from past adventures. It is a delightful pain and a lazy joy. It is my excuse and my advantage. It is a disabling passion. Plunged in its mysticism, I will secretly dream that you drown in it with me, but I will never push you. Do not approach too closely yet never stay too far away.
When you ask me, « What are you thinking about? » I will answer, « Nothing« . This will be my signal to you that I am snorkeling.
Zyphera 