Hole in my Soul

Emotionless. Watching at the events from a top window. No reaction on her face. All former deceptions made her suspicious. Made her close her feelings inside a small lead box. Not many feelings, but all of them.

One love? Many faces in her mind, many flavours in her mouth. All sorts of memories in her bed. One love? Just if she was able to free this kind of feelings from the lead box. She threw the key from the top window.

She has been hurt so much, so many times. She is so tired of this. Much easier just to see the world from above, untouchable. Her heart Unreachable.

Lots of smiles in her memory, but none to be remembered. People reduced to numbers and voices. Who cares about dreams and smiles? Who can remember all the names? The only one really important is herself. People are stranger ♪

It hasn't been like that for her whole life. She tried, she trusted, she believed. People turned her down. Cared not about her. About her dreams and hopes. And, slowly, she learned to hide and protect the things that could destroy her most. She learned to be far from everyone, even when separated by no distance. Slowly. Or maybe to rushly.

What could happened if a smiley face from down there finds the key? to free her feelings and care for all of her being? Would her let someone love her? Reach her? Would she like to be loved? Would she be capable of loving back? Care about the girl behind the smiley face? Or just keep untouchable? Helpless?