MARIA STEN

ACTRESS · WRITER · PRODUCER.

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IN THE DARK - PART XX

FEEL.

Only in secret, by the light that goes out
When the breeze of your hand touching mine whispers through the cold.
Only by the fire that burns when you come too close
And flickers like stars to guide me home.
Only deep in my soul where the dark things stir,
Just above the bottom where everything ends.
Only in secret, lost somewhere in the grass, under the rain,
Can I taste the sweetness of how it would feel to feel what you feel, 
It was life as a dream waiting in the night. 
It was before the tip of my tongue went numb.

IN THE DARK - PART XVIII

REVERIES.

If no one ever heard all the things I couldn’t say
I would take them to the mountain top and send them with the wind.
If no one ever heard all things I couldn’t say
I would scream them in my dreams so that one day, when I’m far away
Maybe you’d wake up and hear them.
If no one ever heard all the things I couldn't say
I would open my eyes and look at you that way.
That way you always looked at me when I looked somewhere else.
That way you always wouldn't say the things I couldn’t say
And I would know.
I would know no words exist to save me from myself,
I would feel no safety in a world where you save me.
It was a secret life led somewhere in my mind, where you said you wanted me to stay
The only time you ever told me all the things I couldn’t say.
The only reason I would run away.
To the world, to the wild, to time on its course
To reveries left in the sky where they belong.
To the cold that comes now you don't look at me that way
And no one ever knowing what those stars mean above.
If no one ever heard all the things I couldn’t say
I'd take my heart to a grave full of perfect love.

IN THE DARK - PART X

MADNESS.

If I had seen the madness that would
Become me so well,
Would I have ventured past the safe havens
Of perfectly content,
To be numbed with too much to not do,
Too many stories to never tell.
There is a place deep inside where it is all easier.
But there, the dream dies.
And only in my dream do good things come from
The way you look at me with those eyes,