pinky swear.

We all keep secrets.   We share them with whom we choose, forming a bond that only you two (or three or five) share.  Kind of like a secret society, or a sisterhood, or even that of best friends.   Secrets are kind of like getting VIP at an “invite only” party, or copping the first pair of those limited edition shoes.   They’re collateral when u need them, and payback when the time comes (yeah, I know its petty but its true.) 

We all have secrets.   Most of the time, those secrets are silly and fun.  Sometimes they’re serious but almost all of the time, secrets are kept from the people who matter the most.

We all have secrets.    My living diary knows all of mine.  She has 27 years worth of my secrets in her pretty little head.   If we ever fell out, she has the power to break me.  (Did I mention that she’s beautiful and talented and beautiful and amazing and beautiful?  lol.)

Sometimes secrets die.  They no longer hold relevance, or you just simply change your mind.   But other times, secrets eat away at your soul.   They hover over your head and your heart and taint your world a slight shade of grey.   Sometimes, they are so large,  you are convinced that it will make you or break you.   

They say the truth will set you free, but the truth doesn’t always make everything better either, and instead of forming bonds, they’re breaking them.  You have to be careful of what you keep.  Because sometimes, just sometimes, the truth can make everything else seem like a lie.


  1. vanessa · March 26, 2010

    Chicken soup for the blog reader soul! ❤

  2. Rain · March 27, 2010

    “They hover over your head and your heart and taint your world a slight shade of grey.”

    so true

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