Some emotions, I've come to discover, cannot be described. We use metaphors and similes to attempt to speak aloud what is going on inside, yet always fall short in our comparisons. Oh the complexity of being a human! Such things are particularly hard to accomplish when I am trying to keep my readers in the dark and surprise them with small pieces of the story along the way to keep them interested...
Two vacant rooms stare back at me.
The lights are on but no one is home.
These lights they appear unchanging:
Dim like lit kindling, yet unable to draw a flame.
Look no further and it may seem a happy place,
But to venture on will be found something contrary.
Yet none look further; they see what they wish.
If just one would, maybe then it would change.
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