Secrets

We all have secrets lingering in our lives; they make us who we are, without them, we're nothing, and yet we're everything.

We hide them because we're afraid of what they might represent. If we tell a single soul of our secret we run the fear of having that party glare at us with disapproving eyes.

Sometimes we hide those secrets deep within ourselves in the hopes that they will never surface. Eventually, those secrets hidden in our past, find a way of surfacing putting our current life in danger.

Secrets mean ownership. They mold us, shape us, break us. They signify something that we can't share with the rest of the world, and if we do, the ownership dissolves. 

Secrets are putrid . . . heartwarming . . . seductive . . . lustful . . . taunting . . . but they are ours; mine and yours.

Some secrets have been known to shatter the most perfect of lives.

And other secrets can wake us up at 3:00 A.M. short of breath because they're haunting our dreams.

We all have secrets; some more painful than others, and some that should never be spoken.