Privately there is one thing, a secret that only he knows about.
It’s so shamefully human, vulnerable and good that he cannot bear the thought that somebody could find out about it.
Sometimes the most hidden secrets are the ones that we ourselves cannot face. They haunt us and wake us up in the middle of the night. Drenched in cold sweat we observe the angry shadows swirling and mixing the vision of our otherwise safe room. For that split second we feel helpless, bare.
We feel lost in the catacombs of our mind, deep voids that every now and then try to break free.