Almost as much as I am fascinated by memory and by man’s search for meaning, I am insanely curious about secrets. I’m fascinated by why we keep secrets, and what happens when they’re exposed.
But I am also very, very afraid of them.
Not just mine. And what may happen if and when they are revealed.
Your secrets scare me, too.
I’m deathly afraid of the unknown.
Of the uncertainty of what you might someday show or tell me.
Will it hurt me? Change my beliefs about you? About people? Will your secrets make me sick to my stomach?
Knowing how scared I am of your secrets makes me desperately want to keep mine safe from view.
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What I mean by secrets:
The things we think at 3 am
The feelings we feel, but hardly ever show or share
The desires we have that…
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