Don't we all have some of those deep dark secrets which we can't share,
not even to the person who is in our favorite call.
Not even to our three am therapist.
Those, we would rather take to our grave than put it out there.
We would rather leave the elephant in the room to trample around than speak about it.
Some of those skeletons that even though they are buried deep,
not just six feet, but even deep,
Come out calling our name .
Every time they are exhumed we push them back,
Further down into the depths of our memory.
Leaving them there waiting for them to rot and disintegrate.
Why not share them?
Trust, it's too precious, too priceless and these very skeletons taught us that lesson.
The lesson that even our three am therapist, even our favourite call,
All could dig them up and may even be our new skeletons.
Teaching us at the end it's just us.
_aami_
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My Musings
RandomThis is just a collection of some of my writings that I had posted in instagram. @ _our_cauldron_of_words. And Tumblr @ aami98 they might be poems prose even short burbs about when I worked on two brain cells.
