Trickle. Trickle.

More of the buried emotions and feelings leak. Bubbling to the surface. Saying there is more to it.

A deep-seated longing. A carefully hidden loathing.

More to stir. More to pour.

Just reach the brim. The object of yearning just a layer deep.

Wade throught the anger. Frustration galore.

Can't peel the mask. Can't reach the treasure.

Just break the surface to get a peek. Pulled in.

Pushed out.

Tantalizing. Tempting.

Cauldron of answers. Curtain of secrets.

Guarded by the unknown.

Whispering in the ear.

Its still, just the surface.