Cradled Mischief

There are always certain truths that we can't tell. Certain words we don't allow to escape beyond our minds, certain statements that we promise ourselves we will never utter. And there are always good reasons for the decisions we make with regard to such things. Sometimes it is fear of society's reaction, other times a desire to avoid one's own weaknesses as much as possible by purposely avoiding any mention thereof.

So here we walk, day and night, keeping certain things secret, latching strings of syllables to our tongues to keep from spilling unwarranted realities of our own minds. By keeping these secrets, we all become that much more interesting as human beings--it's something mysterious and alluring, yet at the same time so plain and common to each of us. We all cradle within ourselves the deepest of dark morsels, our doubts and true regards. We dance on tiptoes to keep from spilling the water at the rim, delighted yet frightened by the thought of keeping all these small models of chaos in balance with one another.

Sometimes the method of prevention is a personal code, other times a societal norm. Either way, some things are better left unsaid, certain regards are best left shrouded in mystery. Thus we live, each behind their own shield of mist, seeking to get through the cracks in the armor of others while preserving the solidity of our own. So here's to the secrets that we all keep, the tantalizing words that we will never utter, and the truths that we will never bare.