I want to write of many things... but I have finally learned that no secret is safe once spoken. And yes... I keep secrets, from everyone. Because everyone has someone else they tell their deep dark secrets to. And if my deep dark secret is told to them, then it becomes their deep dark secret... for only their closest friends to hear. And so it spreads... no one telling anyone they don't trust completely to keep it a secret. Never mind it isn't secret once it is told. I do it too sometimes. So it's safer to keep secrets, or, as I do, share them with someone who lives halfway accross the country.
... the world spins and turns too quickly, i lose my balance and fall upon a foundation of lips and kisses that don't seem to last more than the time it takes for you to sing to me that everything will be ok... i want to take a hand that will stand me up straight, uncurl my legs and dress me up. i don't know what i'm saying or what to do, if this way to turn is slightly more obscure than your view of me. don't go out of your way, and let me know if you are, but this seemed alright when it began. it seems alright for the moment... hopes tell me that it will seem alright tomorrow. i ignore the anger traced in the voices around me and smile at the thought of you face. not romantic... just you. it's more than i can bear sometimes... even in my frustration and love, i adore you. the words they tell me just serve as more hope that someday, the fear will subside and my foundation will stop shaking so violently...
<center>In all fairness,
The dust on the keys isn't really my fault.
I blaim it on the drama,
And the hypocrisy,
That orbits every human life.</center>
 Made27 · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 03:23pm · 1 Comments |
