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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