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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Me, I bottle it up

[bhagwanx.livejournal.com]

But then I am diminished.

Peter Murphy says it best (http://uppercutmusic.com/artist_p/peter_murphy_lyrics/cuts_you_up_lyrics.html).

I find that the longer I am in association with the rest of the human race, the less I feel compelled (or desiring) to unburden myself. there are thins I would share with a trusted lover that I would not share with a friend, and vice versa.

I care not for the practice of organized therapy, and yet have the ocassional desire to be a counselor.

When the time is right, I find that I can confess or relate the thing that moves me to the right person. I have one that I kept in side for almost 25 years, and haven't let out again.

I have some that stay cloistered for brief seconds, and some that I will take to my grave.

Secret also means to keep safe. I love nouns that are really verbs or adjectives. So delightfully misleading.