ten secrets
i always wonder if those i think of most think of me. and the worst is when you know that you will never know. but i have faced that and i believe i have won. although i will always hold out hope for a bright tomarrow full of sunshine and unexpected joys.
i once contemplated a time when i would only have to work two weeks at a time. and then have to weeks off. i could have two week adventures and make love to my love, in exotic places. i could spend days contemplating the touch of wind on a tree and the touch of moss on my face and the look that birds give when they say welcome. someday i will quit my job and become a hermit and discover all the mysteries of nature and all the mysteries found in myself.
i looked back into the posted memories of another to try and better recount a beautiful time. but alas. things too personal are not left to prying eyes. they are only left to the secrets. i don't have secrets. at least not many. do you want to know my secrets? please ask.
what are your secrets? please hang them out to dry.
!i was in love for the second time in my life and just like the time before i had my heart broken, but this time i was in love with a person, not an idea.
@i write songs about people but never let them know.
#i only recall getting mad at four people in my life. my dad. my brother. my friend. and my other friend.
$im not a big fan of kissing.
%i consider holding hands a bigger show of love than any other form of physical affection, and i rarely held hands with my last girlfriend.
^i am a bad kisser.
&i think sometimes making decisions is harder than living with the consequences of a bad choice. other times it is not.
*i have sworn three times in my life
(i have never drunken alcohol in any amount, i have never tried cigarettes or illegal drugs, but i think i got high off of second hand pot smoke at folklife three years ago and then danced in a drum circle, wore a pant leg on my head, and was put on public access. but none of these events had anything to do with being high.
)i only cry when i think about good things, or someone who is in love, or my dad.
i once contemplated a time when i would only have to work two weeks at a time. and then have to weeks off. i could have two week adventures and make love to my love, in exotic places. i could spend days contemplating the touch of wind on a tree and the touch of moss on my face and the look that birds give when they say welcome. someday i will quit my job and become a hermit and discover all the mysteries of nature and all the mysteries found in myself.
i looked back into the posted memories of another to try and better recount a beautiful time. but alas. things too personal are not left to prying eyes. they are only left to the secrets. i don't have secrets. at least not many. do you want to know my secrets? please ask.
what are your secrets? please hang them out to dry.
!i was in love for the second time in my life and just like the time before i had my heart broken, but this time i was in love with a person, not an idea.
@i write songs about people but never let them know.
#i only recall getting mad at four people in my life. my dad. my brother. my friend. and my other friend.
$im not a big fan of kissing.
%i consider holding hands a bigger show of love than any other form of physical affection, and i rarely held hands with my last girlfriend.
^i am a bad kisser.
&i think sometimes making decisions is harder than living with the consequences of a bad choice. other times it is not.
*i have sworn three times in my life
(i have never drunken alcohol in any amount, i have never tried cigarettes or illegal drugs, but i think i got high off of second hand pot smoke at folklife three years ago and then danced in a drum circle, wore a pant leg on my head, and was put on public access. but none of these events had anything to do with being high.
)i only cry when i think about good things, or someone who is in love, or my dad.