The Many Forms of Secrecy: Sophisticated to Slapdash

Secrets are the result of a flawed community, with close-minded members fearing judgment and imperfection. Hold secrets in and they shred you apart, but tell them to the world and they tear the shreds of you apart even further. There is no winner in the world of secrecy, for if there were, it would not be reality; secrecy is hidden reality. Reality will always surface, like like a booey in a lake. And thus, there is no point in attempting to camouflage the truth.

Here's a nice, little haiku to wrap up some mundane Sunday thoughts. Courtesy of moi.

"Do not run from me.
I am your reality.
Fear not, and you're free."

How about an acrostic.

"S lowly
E ating my insides
C hewing
R avenously
E ating
T o my
S kin"

Anybody in the mood for a limerick?

"There once was a man with secrets
Who had a red mark on his chest
Never let them see
Falsely feeling free
Oh boy did he fail time's cruel test"

My guess is by now you have figured out I am just trying to extend this post any way that I can. It's 11:30 pm on a school night. I am tired. Or maybe I am really not... Maybe I hold elementary literature near and dear to my heart... It will be my little secret.