How would you rather define a “Secret”?. Something never said or something never asked about? Is your secret helping you realize what you are or is it dragging you away from the realistic entity of the outer world. Would you be any sure to express your secrets to that one person you ever loved so much. As I did, she distinctly denied to accept it. She judged me through it all. While she left me for what I wasn’t, I survived the pain for what I was. I still remember the heart wrenching words of her but not the most heard voice anymore.
I often wished to keep my soul transparent to that one person. But now, the fear ignites with a question of worth to sustain it. I never know if I can be there ever again. It’s the drunken mind that justifies the fact while sober fails to capture the truth. While you seek for the answers around, the silence in you has always known it better. Eventually my thoughts had never let me to be elementary but the complex was never boring at all. We all have been there one or the other way for sure.
And surely would have always tried to find the ways to escape that part of illusional reality.
So this time I choose to put them in words, which followed the best feeling inside me to accept myself beneath the truth. Unfortunately the right words will find you at the wrong time. It over grew my complexity of emotions and carved me a way to authorize it a rightful manner. Writing is just easy when there is nothing that can stop you. The more you write, the more you are enabled to extract your inner self the rightful way.
Eventually the passion invoked and I started over joying this part of me. Your passion for it says how beautiful your emotions are. I have let go the baggage of my past and accepted it as I oozed it out on a piece of paper. Now those scars looks just like an overseen part of me, which I choose to let go.