secrets

the good things, can they just be... mine?

do you ever

want

to keep the good things

secret?

 

 

like if you told other people

let the word slips out of your lips, they

would disappear into ether

would somehow

become a little less real

 

like a dream that escapes you the moment you wake up

 

 

 

there's so many things naming

could breathe life to

 

but have you ever felt

the exact opposite?

where naming

could mean losing

acknowledging

could mean forgetting,

the words

slipping out of your mouth

�" slipping out of your fingertips

slipping out of your life

 

 

there's so many things naming

could give life to

 

but have you ever felt

the end coming closer

with every word that you utter?