Pack and seal, open and reveal, withhold or feel, what I feel.
Bury and put to rest, feed to get out of worried chest, give a glimpse carefully hide the rest, place my concerns in an empty nest, pack and seal.
Pack and seal.
Secretly counting costs, am I building abandoned efforts filling empty halls feet refusing to walk, painting on walls letting go of hope falling from frames into invasive moss, soft capture into surrender?
Reminder, all is not seen, blind spots, emotions directing hypothetical scenes scream action, for what end other than gag reel fleshly purposes, navigating one into a canyon of isolation, catching sweetened deception when I analyze waves of patterns, the inception.