no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

His whisper is met with a mournful look – that she could lie and agree with him, or prove herself to be a liar to the words she’d told him by saying she wasn’t. A burning sensation along the waterline of her eyes as she feels his forehead align against hers, and she takes another rattling breath. “Yes.” She says, caving in, a breathless whisper because she fears that if she speaks she might not be able to keep the tears at bay. It turns out it doesn’t matter in the end anyway. “Can you still feel the blood?” A broken question, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes to trail down her cheekbones as she shuts her eyes tight. “I feel like I’m drowning in it.”

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA