Eyes like the moon.

Sometimes there are secrets that everyone must keep.

A recent string of secrets has begun to eat at me, chipping away at my heart, keeping me on just the cuff of annoyance. These secrets have the ability to alter my mood from one moment to the next. It clouds my eyes instantaneously and I get transported to the place where the secrets lie.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh…” I trail off, realizing my thoughts are plain as day. “Sorry, nothing.” But I’m still not fully there.

But we keep on dancing the night away. And I try so very hard to push the thoughts away. But I know. I know they still live. And I know I’m able to make them disappear if only I give in to reason. But I’m not thriving emotionally right now. So my emotions are trying to take over all good reason.

There’s no one I can tell. No one I would want to tell anyway. The subject material is too sensitive to discuss. But I want to, and I need guidance.

I think it’s time to wipe the dust off my real-life Moleskine journal. But instead I want to curl up into a ball and sleep for a while until maybe all this tides over.

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