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~gekko~

Hiii! I write to be heard and to and to let my thoughts flow freely on paper. I love the little things in life, vintage stuff, and everything whimsical.

Hidden things.

2 min readMay 5, 2026
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there are lots of things that we cant see.

A vibe

A feeling

A whisper

but maybe what we cant see means the most.

you put your lips up to her ear to share some words no one else will ever get to hear. A feeling of doubt trickles though the hearts of everyone around. Were those words about me? have I done something wrong?

A silence hangs around everyone like a heavy storm cloud that wont make room for the sun, you look around skipping the awkward eye contact. the words you never spoke are heard by everyone, even though you never said them, but they can be heard in the way you walk away or when you hesitate before calling them your friends.

You sit together at lunch, maybe together isn't the right word, you’re all lost in your own thoughts or at least you pretend to be, you try to think of anything other than the gnawing feeling that you don't belong here, that’s one of the unspoken words, no one will say it to your face but you hear it in the references you don't understand, the way they walk ahead, your surrounded by people but your all alone.

That's one of the worst feelings and some people are lucky enough to never feel it. You look at other people without the storm cloud. They are together and not alone, but they have unspoken words too. I love you, you’re my friends, don't leave. You can hear those unspoken words in the way they hug, the way they hold their hands and smile when they talk. no one falls behind and they seem to notice. There are hardly any hidden things, no more whispers.

wouldn't it be nice if there where no more whispers

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so you leave the storm cloud

you walk five feet but they feel like miles

the unspoken words get louder

“why are you leaving”

maybe I want to find the sun

and then they get quiet

they never did seem to care

not enough to hear the words you never spoke

and then your welcomed

finally safe from the darkness of the grey clouds

and finally you don't have anymore unspoken words you need to speak

because they are always heard.

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~gekko~
~gekko~

Written by ~gekko~

Hiii! I write to be heard and to and to let my thoughts flow freely on paper. I love the little things in life, vintage stuff, and everything whimsical.