There are days when i turn into invisible and start looking at people and their secrets. When you are invisible you can see life from a different perspective. You are so close to it but yet so far away. You are so close to those happy and grieved faces, those shivering and insecure souls that are wandering around the town so lost in the drama of their life. They have locked the door of their core and they are not willing to open it for strangers. If you don't have a shield around you someone can come and strike. They don't want to tidy the places of the house of their heart. Once again.That's why people put a mask on their face when they step out from their home. They lock all the doors, close the windows and cover them with long satine curtains. They are afraid of burglars, they are worried about the property of their soul. So they walk around unrecognizably, they go to market to buy vegetables, they sit on a train looking at landscapes and they take their dogs out. But they always remember to wear the mask to hide their secrets and their private home.When i am invisiblely sitting on the bench of a park i can see those people passing by with their houses very well locked. But if i am patient and just keep looking at them.... it can happen. Suddenly, when they think nobody is watching, they open the window and look out of it because sometimes they have to let the fresh air in. In that short moment i can see inside their beautiful and very personal house full of sparking glass fragments of their life. It makes me understand those people though it makes me feel blue, too. They have a hidden treasure deep inside of them and they just want to take care of it. Although sometimes their treasure is so beautiful that they should let more people see it.
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The blue mine
