I can see through them. I see the darkness behind the shiny shields. Best part is that they never realise their mistake. That little gap they keep open invites my curiosity to have a look around. Capturing all shades of greys and blacks my eyes search for something brighter to grab onto and drag outside. It’s always there: in locked up boxes, under heavy stones, behind iron doors - can’t hide it from me. And when I find it I match it to my colours. Too bright, too red, too faded, too common. Do I throw it away? No… I frame it and hand it back to them to hang up on the walls of their souls. I don’t look at my artwork, I move on searching for the finest that will make me want to stay and forget about locking the doors. I’ve hidden my coloured diamonds so deep that no shovel can dig up. And until someone can look into my eyes and turn the stones into dust I will carry on guarding my map.
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