Stitches of the Unknown

[-razorromance-]

Torn moments,

Which have been sewn by fragile and uncertain fingers

Brief flashes of a more simple and carefree time

appear within those moments

Ambiguous smiles tinged with anger and pride

Are also apparent there.

Nible and yet graceful at how the moments

soon fall into pieces

Matching and alining

A patch of disappointment,

and a stitch of despair,

all becoming clear as the fingers cease to move

The quilt of secrets unveiled,

Revealing a life time of bottled rage,

a broken razor to heal those wounds,

inflicted by a day of masks,

and a night of tears.

The crusty eyes of depression

open to another day,

The same face of...

Happiness.