Secrets

Something that is kept hidden, or concealed. A secret. Invisible to protect the feelings of others, or to hide our intentions. An element of divisibility, which we all possess, a secret can maintain the integrity of American security or break your heart.

I have and do hold many secrets, and many were and are held from me. Depeche Mode described it as the policy of truth. Our secrets betray those who hold none from us, and our hearts are broken by what we are hidden from. But that's what the secrets were intended for, weren't they? To protect hearts and minds.

I have discovered that the secret to protect a heart is more damaging when revealed than before consealed.

Am I really being honest with you? This blog is open for all to see and I am pretending to charade my truest self before you. Could I hold no secrets from this audience? Is anyone truly honest with me? How would they hold no secrets from myself?

Secrets - holding us together, tearing us apart.

I guess the only worry is what secret to keep, and which lie to tell...