Of Secrets

These secrets, like any secrets, could kill us.

These never-been-tolds, these Once Upon A Times without Happily Ever Afters, these deep hopes, these true dreams.

They could drown us, strangle us, leave us with nothing and nowhere to go.

Instead, they leave us looking up at the stars and moon in the middle of the night, and searching for these things in the middle of the day. They leave us wondering if we'll ever be free, and if we'll ever make more.

They leave us with the story on the tip of our tongues, wanting to whisper "Do you remember...?" and laugh out loud.

They leave us with a heavy heart, and even more of themselves, and no place to rest our weary wings.


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