Does everyone have something to hide? Not a secret or a shame, but something they are unwilling to share?
There are people I know truly well who keep things from me: whole parts of themselves.
I don’t know why. Fear? Of what? Judgment? But if you are a masterful singer mustn’t you be compelled to sing? If you are a thoughtful artist mustn’t you be compelled to create?
What is it that allows us to keep our truly best self from the ones we love the most?
Why share a gift with strangers and hide it from me?
I want all of you. I’ll admit I’m not willing to give all of me. So we’re aligned in our secrecy but not in the secret.