".. those are the things I wanna keep for myself. The secrets I'm not going to tell you."
This was mainly thought for tumblr, but I did like it enough to post it here. I don't know why, but so many times I feel some thoughts or some self secrets can't be trusted to anyone. At least not at first. Maybe in a way I feel that if I do, they become something real. Something that's there, and reality has always been so cruel, so I try my best to keep reality away from my secrets. Some of them.
I just hope you don't think that by "secrets" I mean something bad. Some times they are, not always. Secrets can be really good things, and a mix of good and bad might be the very best combination.
