Secrets locked away. Hidden. Turned over and over. These are our thoughts. And sometimes people share them freely. And other times, they are kept close to heart. Unshared. Special only in our own making. Maybe a glass of wine. Or sometimes, maybe, it's courage. The longing to be heard. And then quite a funny thing happens when thoughts are turned into spoken words. Shared amongst others. No longer mine to keep. Sometimes regretfully. The things I released. Those thoughts which have been tumbling and circling. Subject to interpretation. To judgment and disagreement. Why do I regret giving up those moments? Often. The secrets of me. Inconsequential to others. Important only to who I am.
Ps. Can you hear me?