Tired

All I want is a little time to read and write.
Just a few short hours to myself to hammer on the keyboard and see what I can put together.
Rewriting my story that I shared here has bitten me with the bug.
Maybe just short blurbs for a while.

Other than that, I am tired.
Sometimes it is so hard being normal.
That is the hard part of being normal in the inside, but strange on the inside.

How about a question?

Have you ever shared your deepest secret?
Ever pulled your mask off at midnight to show your secret identity to a stranger?

Sorry

It has been a while, but life catches up in a bad way sometimes.
I am writing, but not much. Too busy, which really sucks.

Secrets though.

What to tell and what to keep inside.

Some are easy.
I am full of work secrets.
Everyone shares because I keep quiet.

I tell them at home.

What about MY secrets, that I don't tell at home or work?
Tell them here?

Secrets are often time memories.
Many of them interesting, titillating, some are down right surprising.
Part of what makes some memories so intense and personal is their secrecy.
Does it take some of their magic away if you share?

Answering questions with questions, what have I come to?

Anyone have secrets they want to share?
I like the Postsecret blog.
I have almost sent one in several times.

has anyone done that?

Wandering and wondering minds want to know.