They’re in the shade.
Over at the little corner of the massive space.
That’s where I placed them all.
Away from the center of attention.
Away from the prying eyes that dig into them.
A better mind, it is when it’s out of sight.
There, that space is the very edge of my mind.
Keeping it in the light has become a crime.
Torturous tumultuous moments
Leading to a slow death.
Having your thoughts and emotions in the limelight.
It’s a crime.