The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because the words diminish them-words shrink that seem limitless when they were in your head to no more than a living size when they are brought out. But its more than that, Isn’t it? The most important things lie close to wherever your heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all , or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried when you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think when a secret stays locked in within not for want of a teller but for want of a understanding ear...
(sorry!!! ttrrrroppppppooooo luunga...)
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