secrets

To keep a secret safe is like playing with fire. Take the risk of sharing it with someone and you hurt someone else. Hold on to it and you get burned. I'm sooner or later bound to burn. Burn and vanish into thin air or probably leave a silver tinkle of ash in the air, like that of the moth. The moth is burnt in the quest for seeking it's love. We keep secrets out of love or fear. both exert a significant amount of binding power over the subject, namely the secret-keeper. the moth, despite knowing that it's love is the cause of it death it delves in for the flame to get entwined in the candles flames and succumb to love. Such is the worth of true love. And such is the glory of triumph. Like rolling waves crashing onto a bay, the urge to let the fire out rises everytime. Yet, like the sea we engulf it back and opt for silence. Silence is the most apt option. The most appropriate and suitable option.