Some of my secrets are still unknown to me, some are. I can feel them gathering and I do not know why.
They are my own private stash of wishes, memories, realities and fantasies. Some I have debuted and shared, others I have not, but maybe that was not the point.
Maybe the only thing my secrets want me to do…. need to do is reveal themselves to me, acknowledge they are there, or choose whether or not to participate in them.
The only thing I have to do is have the courage to admit that I have secrets and that it is ok."The Story of Your Life" Matthew West