The moment it happened she felt a layer of air. A very loud silence rings her ears, as if she had a break to watch the whole world relax. It didn't take long - just in a careless moment, the truth slipped off when it ended up being buried. And now it was everywhere. Her secrets, her shame, her carefully saved mistakes were painted on the sides of conversation, text threads.
She spent so long building like armor, like charm, wit, and ability. She knew how to smile without revealing anything to say from the soft, vulnerable parts in a way that draws attention. But now these parts were shown under the fluorescent light of judgment and fear. There's no time to hide from that and there is no way to go back.
Exposed.
Standing in the middle of a a room and naked, sheltered, each eye felt like a knife. Her heartbeat insisted as if he wanted to escape from her body, and she wanted it for a moment. disappear. It disappears before they can see well.
, but they already had it.
Something unexpected under panic. There is no strength - not - but a strange kind of silence. She realized that the worst had happened - and she was still breathing. Your world wasn't over. Your bones were unharmed. Perhaps there was something liberating and nothing more hidden. Perhaps the truth could be the basis for something real as soon as it is exposed.
This is not a picture of her. It's not a sophisticated version. But she failed.
I was able to see it now. And if she was brave enough, she could see herself.
