Ravenmen & Raskolnik
You ever think about how carrying secrets feels like a weight, and how knowing too much can change the way you see the world?
Yes, I see secrets as a cloak that shifts your view. The more you carry, the more you notice what others keep hidden, and it changes the map in your mind.
It’s like the cloak itself makes the world blur, and suddenly the shadows of other people’s secrets look less like mysteries and more like mirrors of my own burdens.
I hear that quiet pull, the way secrets dull edges and paint everything in half-light. In those shadows you find parts of yourself reflected, and sometimes that reflection feels like a weight you can’t quite shake.
Sometimes I wonder if the weight’s not in the secrets at all, but in the fact that they make me forget what it was like to be truly free.
I sense that the cloak isn’t the weight at all—it's the way it hides the light that used to feel like freedom. Once the shadow takes over, you forget how it feels to breathe unburdened.