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[the_mud_89]

secrets.
what ever made us feel so anxious to get rid of them?
what made us ever feel so good to know one?
what made us feel so good that we were worthy of secrets?
sometimes questions are the best answer, i am led to believe. maybe im led to believe that, or because that is all i can believe. haha...answers. there are none, but its the questions that make us think.
facts and feelings dont give us anything
but the questions..
maybe its the openness, the inconceivably vast range of possibilities in which any question may be riddled, and may be solved. maybe its the questions that keep us going. then again, maybe its the questions that keep us from acknowledging the blunt facts...of secrets, perhaps.
...maybe its the questions that keep us sustained...that keep us hoping that somewhere among those countless possibilities...there may be a trace of perfection left...a trace of perfection in an atmosphere with none.
maybe in the web of logic, of fortitude, of defense, of disgust, of denial, of disgrace, there may be something to salvage, something to have and restore to perfection, to redeem from reality...to redeem from what reality relentlessly enforces as truth, but never a whole truth...
maybe its the questions that loop around one another to keep reality from striking...and maybe its the questions that offer what reality really should be...
perhaps
but what is a question?
what is an answer?
what is a secret?
and, most flatly and heartlessly startling,
why should you care?