You're worth it to me. What else matters?
I wrote down some of my secrets today. Sitting in a back office at work , I scribbled them on a piece of plain, white paper, then ripped each one free and filled my pocket.
During my lunch break, I scattered some of my admissions, my blunt truths, around Prestonsburg.
I left three stuck between the yellowing pages of classic literature in the library. I tucked one inside a greeting card at a downtown store.
I returned to work feeling quite liberated, so I wrote down more secrets. I filled another page with things I had forgotten, or chosen not to recall.
After work, I went to the shoe store in the plaza. I tried on three pairs of shoes and hid a confession in each.
I camouflaged more secrets in a ball of yarn, a makeup compact, between CDs and among gift cards, wondering if anyone would find them.
But then. It's not really important that people find them. It's important that I found them in myself.
During my lunch break, I scattered some of my admissions, my blunt truths, around Prestonsburg.
I left three stuck between the yellowing pages of classic literature in the library. I tucked one inside a greeting card at a downtown store.
I returned to work feeling quite liberated, so I wrote down more secrets. I filled another page with things I had forgotten, or chosen not to recall.
After work, I went to the shoe store in the plaza. I tried on three pairs of shoes and hid a confession in each.
I camouflaged more secrets in a ball of yarn, a makeup compact, between CDs and among gift cards, wondering if anyone would find them.
But then. It's not really important that people find them. It's important that I found them in myself.