Secrets

Part of me is desperate to write it all down and spill my secrets like fluid across every inch of my notebook. 

That piece of me craves a cathartic release from every corrupt thought and moment that I've ever had. 

Yet if all those fragile fragments are expelled from my head they no longer belong to me... 
And there's nothing to gain from that. 

My secrets are sacred... 
For they have created the version of myself that only I will ever be able to know.