Isn’t it strange?

“Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And there are so many people out there who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.”

I am so earnest and curious

Sometimes I sit on the bus and wonder where people are going. I am so earnest and curious. I wonder what they will do next. I think about how we all run in closed loops, encircling the five people we hold closer than family. The rest of the world has its own momentum and were living this one conscious lifetime but yet we’ve built invisible tunnels around ourselves where our thoughts spiral endlessly. There’s a man walking in front of me dressed in a black pinstripe suit and a navy tie. He has deep green eyes and a clean dark beard. I want to know why his eyes smile from behind thick rimmed glasses. I want to know why he moves like no one is watching. I pass by a park and I watch as a mother and her son cloudspot together. She is lying on the grass and her baby points up at the cloud elephants and the ocean in between. I fill in the whispers of conversation between them. My imagination revels in the lost world in between. I watch as a little girl dips her hands in sand and water, shaping together her mud pies. She ices them delicately, a hint of pink tongue peeking out from the corner of her mouth. Her parents whisper to each other between clenched teeth. I wonder who will hold her when she has a nightmare. I wonder when her feet were tickled last. I wonder when it was that she found sleep between the happy warm bodies of her parents. Reality is the space that we share with every living thing. Imagination is every color and every secret. Imagination takes life from the things we don’t say to each other. It is in the people we want to be. It is in that anticipating smile, in the zoo of the sky, in the taste of those mud pies. It is the pulse of the nightmare and the darkness of that little frail heart. It is what lives under your bed. It is what you find when you go far enough into space. It is the space between your fingers and it is the reason we dream.

That moment of weakness...

One of life's secrets is to dream,

One of life's secrets is to dream, and 

believe in your dreams, no matter how

 big they are.

— Maryland

“Sometimes just the act of sharing a painful secret can relieve some of the pain.”

TOP SECRET!

Maybe it’s not blood bonds that make us a family.

“Maybe it’s not blood bonds that make us a family.

Perhaps it’s the people who know our secrets and love us anyway.”

— Carl Jung

“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.”

Harold S. Geneen

"Do you want my one-word secret of happiness - It's growth - mental, financial, you name it."

a divine chaos

Take me away

to a secret place 

a sweet escape

a hiding place

do you want this?

How do you look at the person you love and tell yourself it's time to move on?

There are two kinds of secrets.

There are two kinds of secrets. 

Those we keep from others, 

and those we hide from ourselves.

I just can't tell if

It's been so long...
   I just can't tell if 
      I'm in love with you 
         Or the fantasy that
            I've created instead.

Right now, there are people all over the world who are

Rick Warren

Hiding your hurt only intensifies it. Problems grow in the dark and only become bigger and bigger, but when exposed to the light of truth, they shrink. You are only as sick as your secrets. So take off your mask, stop pretending you’re perfect and walk into freedom.

fallen angel.

i'm going to share a secret... 

Pretending Not To Know Someone You Just Met....

When you secretly stalked every photo album of them on Facebook before meeting them:

On the outside: Hi, nice to meet you!


On the inside: Hello, Chris Adam Johnson, born June 23, 1988 whom has 3 brothers Paul, Will, and Michael. You have 13 photo albums on Facebook….

"Everyone wants to be appreciated, so if you appreciate someone, don't keep it a secret." Mary Kay Ash

a woman's heart