Underneath the surface of my soul hides a raging silence. One that becomes louder with every scream. One that haunts me in my sleep.
Underneath the surface of my soul lie many hidden emotions. Those that are never far from being voiced. Those that bubble up until they become an explosion.
Underneath the surface of my soul lives a ghost. One that will never see light, yet never succumbs to darkness either.
Underneath the surface of my soul are rotting lost hopes. Those that make me have regrets. Those that pull me down and make me drown.
Underneath the surface of my soul a whisper is repeated. One that says ‘I’m still in love with you’. One that says ‘I’m still loving you’.
Underneath the surface of my soul are blooming fragile bonds. Those that will last forever, even when they are broken. Those that constrict my heart with their beautiful intensity.
Underneath the surface of my soul is a place for you. One that will always stay yours. One that will never fade – even when it is invisible.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
There are spaces where we keep these kind of emotions hidden, most of the time.
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