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.
Cauldron of answers. Curtain of secrets.
Guarded by the unknown.
Whispering in the ear.
Its still, just the surface.