Secrets @ 1:13 PM

I am a very private person.
When I tell stories, I often leave out details for me to keep to myself, filed away secretly in my mind. It makes me feel like its mine- the story, the beautiful mixture of time and place, the details and emotions. Especially emotions. I have a hard time sharing the experience resulting from a combination of chemically induced feelings from within my skull. Afraid of forgetting them, (and later questioning if it ever really happened, like the tree in the forest that falls and makes no sound) I draw/write/destroy/create/paint them on my journal (my blog entries are not so private after all). I think that's where I keep my dearest thoughts, though to a foreign eye, they can never be deciphered from the way my mind flows from pen to paper.

I have become less private recently, yes. Less secretive, introverted, shy. I find myself opening up to certain people more, even sharing (oh my gosh) deep thoughts that haven't found their way into my journal. I'm keeping track of who I said what to, for the sole purpose of that someday when I might want my thoughts back. :)

Labels: contemplation, Random