Nothing's Nothing

...either that or plain secrets and lies.

How many do we hold and how many have we told?

How often do we get entangled in them and twist ourselves into tight little knots?

Everyone has his little secrets, so deep and so dark that he can't even tell those closest to him. We lie our way through things time and again how ever much we want to be honest.

We wish we could reveal absolutely everything to someone we trust completely, but it's hard to find someone like that. Our traits, our quirks, all our hopes and fears could all be stemme and maybe even explained by specific incidents and experiences. But no, we can't tell
them to just anyone yet, maybe even never. I hold secrets, about myself and about my family. I tell lies, just to make it a little easier to avoid incessant questions and assumptions.

Others might think we are strange to behave a certain way or do a certain thing, but we have our reasons for it, and they don't have to know. That's all that matters.

It would be a lot easier, to just tell and show it like it is. But I guess our silly little minds tell us that it is even easier to hide it all in.

I guess it will be a while before I will write here again. Too many secrets, a few other lies. They get in the way.