Everyone's Dark Secrets...

People lie. People keep secrets. I understand parts of it. Everyone does it, everyone has it, everyone has sometimes told a lie, sometimes small, sometimes white, sometimes bigger, sometimes wrong... sometimes right. Everyone has secrets, those dark ones, some stuff they don't wanna think about, they don't wanna share. I'm not saying they should. I never asked of anyone to say things they wanted to keep to themselves, and everyone's dark secrets are their dark secrets to keep.
But... somewhere, there are those lies that were never told to protect anyone, they never were told to make someone safe. Except for maybe the liar that told it... and people keep messing their lives up all by themselves, tip-toeing around every single friend, watching their mouths, afraid that something they might say might give them away or make them go bust. How do you do it? Tangle yourself into complicated patterns, making everything that should be easy as difficult as you can make it, and then go to the utter extremes to protect that difficulty. It's like you want your lives to be complex, like you don't know what to do with it if it wasn't. Maybe that's what it is, too? Maybe you just make up reasons to complicate everything, because if it grew too simple and too easy, you'd be totally lost. You wouldn't know what to fill the emptiness with.

God forbid, you'd actually have to start thinking.

I'm all for secrets. And I believe in some kinds of lies. But not these... not these.
So! No more lying and no more secrets. Anyone asks you something, answer straight. No more complicating things. Make it easy! Life is what you make it to be! And it's no harder than that!
And no more tip-toeing, wondering who will hear if you say this, and if you say that, and if you happen to tell something; just shun it away! If someone tells you a secret, listen, advice, and then forget about it. Clear it out! There's no need why you should keep it in your head when it's already in someone else's. It's enough if one person does the pain.

I blame this sudden optimism on my Beatles playlist.
Greetings,
POET IN THE JAR
Who is seriously considering changing names to
FAERIL in the JAR