If you have it, you want to share it; if you share it, you don't have it.

[butterflydreaming]

I need a confessor. A secret-keeper.

They are good secrets, most of them.

Can I put them in a jar, like fireflies?

Can I bury them in the loam, like seeds?

Can I tuck them into some else's heart, like a windfall of valentines?

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I need to do something. They are as distracting as falling stars.

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[ironymaiden]

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

i am an imperfect vessel.

but i would be pleased to go on walks where you don't quite talk about them.

[butterflydrming.livejournal.com]

Someone at Post Secret talked about sticking the postcard to the wall of a public bathroom, and how other secrets joined it. I remember how varina8 (I believe) found a poem once, and how it delighted her. Hmm, I have plenty of post-it notes.

Or maybe I just need to write!