I am a city of two different weathers:
a hidden smile with a rocking heart.
Am I the only one with a secret?
Am I the only one with a quiet face and a restless pulse?
Am I the only one—or am I the only one with the courage to face it?
The heart is swaying like a rusted swing,
and the porcelain smile is a mask that never will chip.
But porcelain doesn’t bend—it only breaks,
and the swing is gaining weight with every breath I take.
One is a monument, the other is a storm.
I am a masterpiece of holding it together.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 8:41 AM UTC
I am a city of two different weathers:
a hidden smile with a rocking heart.
Am I the only one with a secret?
Am I the only one with a quiet face and a restless pulse?
Am I the only one—or am I the only one with the courage to face it?
The heart is swaying like a rusted swing,
and the porcelain smile is a mask that never will chip.
But porcelain doesn’t bend—it only breaks,
and the swing is gaining weight with every breath I take.
One is a monument, the other is a storm.
I am a masterpiece of holding it together.
The cost of a perfect exterior is an interior that never stops swinging. Dedicated to the architects of beautiful lies