I have secrets. I have my own secrets, and I keep others’ secrets.
I don’t like secrets. They are hard to own, even harder to keep.
The secrets that I own are like shadows that won’t let me go. The secrets that I keep cling like backpacks on my soul.
I have a secret that makes me very happy and also makes me very sad. This secret is so big I don’t dare to own it. This secret is so fragile I don’t know how to keep it.
This secret, goes with me to my grave.