even cinderella's coachman has his own story,
a tale less told but no less than a fully-bloomed one; a whole new book rather than a small side note on cinderella's pages.

and there's two sides to everyone, not so much because we all wear masks
but sometimes there's just us and us and us.
a stranger to ourselves that we know and feel for.
I guess you can say we all have closets, some less secret than others.

so...here's my closet: opened.