Secret of the Heart Palace by Alexir arts in Dublin

Secret of the Heart Palace Every heart has a wonder garden, there is a palace in the middle of the garden, and a black room in every palace. In the black room sits Skeleton Man. In the dark. Alone. Sometimes in the bustle of the palace, and it will melt into your spring. Sometimes it will be autumn: the autumn of desires and dreams. They flutter softly like leaves. (It's as if a thousand knives are cutting into your heart: your skeleton man is sobbing, sobbing.) You protect it from strange eyes with laughter, oh, don't let them see it: it's more expensive than the treasure! You look at other people's palaces with envy: he does not have! he does not have! Although: every heart has a wonder garden and every wonderland has a palace. And inside, hidden deep, somewhere, somewhere: a black room in every palace.