Saturday, April 26, 2008
Hiding from the room where my memory keeps.
This secret was strange. I didn't know who I was keeping it from. It didn't want to be with anyone else. It still acted like any other secret though and was crashing around inside my frame effectively ripping me apart from the inside out. It began at my core and was pushing outward. I couldn't think of any way to stop it. Then the physical pain began and it all started to feel equally matched, savagely balanced.