God, love, sex, family, life... there are so many secrets, and everyone has at least one. Mine have accumulated over the years, piling one on top of the other, all trying to find their own place inside the cramped space called "me." There are new ones, more recent ones, and these fresh secrets excite me.
I need secrets to function, though many people would disagree and possibly recommend a shrink. I need their safety, their calm reassurance that no one really knows everything about me, that those bits of knowledge will always be mine, and only mine.
Some of these secrets scare me, and they show me just how out of control of my life I am. A part of me yearns to let someone in completely, yet I would never let myself.
There are the secrets that you wish someone would see, the ones that make you yearn for a listening ear and an understanding heart.
There are the secrets that crave attention of any sort, make you someone you wish you weren't.
There are the secrets that make you sad, make you cry, and you only face them in the darkest hours of the night, curled up and alone.
There are the secrets that hurt you, that you wish to give to someone else, but you know that you can't.
There are secrets that you wish you didn't know.
Regardless of what kind they are, they are your secrets, and belong to you and only you.
These secrets... they're mine, and I find a strange sense of calm in them.
In these words there are so many other secrets, and they're still mine.
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ReplyDeleteSecrets...There is no such thing as secrets, Jess. Somebody always knows. With all the people who have lived and died do you really think you're the first to be in the positions of knowledge you're in?......Love you. . . Keep Hustling.