Secrets

Secrets are like soft heads. Designed to tumble through your body, tends to stay in you, which means a surgeon has to cut you open in another place, to get the sucker out. In this case. Time was the surgeon. Time decides for you when to free those secrets. And that is when you found someone who can join hands with that right time.

I took this what's your true fear survey last night. I would never have suspected alone was to be the result. Never ever. Yet when i further read the description, the words just became an old friend. A very old friend. Like it knew me more than i do myself. But then again, how could it be alone? I thought i like alone. I could, i would, i might, just want to be. Why can't dissapointment be the first or death.. But death was the least. More of zero percent. Which is very true. Well surveys don't matter anyway..