So Many Secrets

So many secrets have I, and to tell them all, they would say, would be a big fat lie!

Some memories are so shear and fleeting that it's almost a sin to say that they were fierce, alive and insanely real.

But mine are, I assure you, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.

I should be locked away, they'll say, he is insane, he hasn't been healthy in the mind for years now, we never saw that coming...

Well, they all saw it coming, they just didn't choose to talk about it, deal with it, process it, or try to change it. Just ignore it, don't acknowledge it, think about it, or utter a word of it. It'll go away if we don't confront it... False! Laws of nature say otherwise. Always acknowledge, always ask, define, forgive, move on and love.

Love. Now that's a word. A word that has far too many strings attached, far too many liabilities, extenuating circumstances, blah blah blah... you know! The meaning and emotions tied to that one word alone are far too powerful, too unattainable, too unnatural. Ask one person what love means to them, then ask another and another after that. What do they all have to say about it?