Secrets
I hate having them.
The ones that destroy your world, or what you thought it might be. While knowing the underlying truth of it all anyway. Nothing changes, but nothing stays the same. It doesn’t affect you directly but it has an impact.
Nobody will know the secret pain you hide because if you told their secret you would betray their trust. And then you might let a little of your own secret out.
The world isn’t what I thought it was and nothing is as I had imagined it. So what good does the imagination do?
If you can imagine it, you can achieve it. Keep your dreams and goals. I hate those dirty little secrets too! I’ve been getting pulled into some of that recently myself. Eck! One of the reasons I had to do some backing off and letting go. Nice to see you back, oh Ms Feather.
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