I’m so awk
ward, messy;
the trail I make
is not one of a
man who’s hiding
something. A
secret doesn’t
have to be sinister.
Is your secret like
mine, the story
of you that is most
sincere? Is it what
you understand the
least or the thing about
yourself you comprehend
with the most profound
clarity? Would it fall at
one extreme or another
on a vector based entirely
upon you? Upon the sum
of humanity? Did you, my
darling, just now realize the
matter of which you most
definitively consist, that the
primary goals that are the
end of you that in your most
hopeful of fantasies, that has
always been the most intensely
and intently desirous, that all
of these are so inextricably
bound to that most unwav
erring secret? That this
never uttered truth which
you keep so close to your
heart is, above all else,
what makes up your
very essence? And
no one will ever
know even one
single half-bent
truth of it
except
for you.
