secret

I asked myself this question earlier tonight and it is now starting to make sense to me.

"is my life a secret? What do I keep locked in the vault in my own mind?"

I thought I could say no at first. But the more I thought about it I realized that I was looking in the wrong places. I was looking for words that I was locking away. As if I wrote a secret book that no one could read. In this sense, I have no secrets.

And now I realize that my vault is full, but not of words. It can never be explained my any human language.

So therefore, it will remain a secret.

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