The secret of peace, it's quite a tale to tell...
He seemed to be onto me, he seemed to recognise something was, he knew I was going behind his back to please everyone else who mattered. I didn't like the secrets but I had to keep them if I wanted to protect the threads of freedom that I could find.
I had small threads of freedom and I wanted to protect those, so I kept secrets and they weren't bad secrets, in fact you'd all be quite shocked at my secrets.
You'd find it funny that in this day and age, secrets like that had to be made and kept but it's true. Even today, secrets like that still need to be honoured and made and kept and hidden.
Not everyone understands the complexity of certain things, some things are still taboo, they're considered wrong to some but the norm to others.
What I consider the norm is what you consider the evil taboo you want to shelter everyone who is vulnerable from.
In my honest opinion, that is wrong. You can't shelter everybody from your opinion on what is bad, in fact, you shouldn't shelter anyone from what you think is bad in your opinion.
An opinion is self-driven and we should be allowed to have one, every individual should have one, one they created themselves, not one that was passed down by force.
You can't shelter me from what's wrong with the world, because what is wrong with your world isn't the same as what's wrong in mine.
Secrets, they're the bridge to keeping peace in a divided household.
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Words.
PoetryTo be completely honest, it's just a load of randomly plucked words from the air, infused together with some punctuation and their job is to represent the bunch of emotion I, - a tired, caffeine filled, late night worker- threw together in hopes tha...
