In her eyes it tells a different story. A story of the unknown; the past, her past...living inside her, never to leave her soul. The thoughts that run through her mind are something we can't think or speak of; For they are her thoughts and her's alone till the day she unreveals her secrets. Except that the day of opening is long to come. Don't rush the time, it only bothers her that you are waiting. Her say will come soon and her silence will end. But untill then, small talk continues to fill the empty air, There's so much running through her mind and mine as well, and i wish i could just crack her open and find the truth to this girl, but it's not happening, atleast not today.