BloodyPoc

 There are things that some believe are best left untold. There are things that should be told, but remain untold for the fear of those who would tell them. There are things that have been told so many times they have lost meaning, like the stories people invent to mask fear, to mask the things they should tell, but are afraid to. As days pass they forget that the untold are true, and believe instead the lies they tell themselves. Yet morning comes, and they are reminded of the untold, reminded of their fears. A canyon dips into an otherwise flat, dry landscape, tearing a gash in the sandy, brown earth. The sky still clings to night, though