There is a strange tale, underneath each calm face,
A crevice where emotions pour out freely when the vessel that harbors them reaches its limits,
Like a pot that has broken and it's pieces scattered all over,
These tales for some, are subtle and deep, well hidden from the probe of onlookers only interested in hoisting those, with the ropes of this newly found power, to crush and wipe any hope of recovering.
~Dominic L
