i had a secret once. one of those secrets that's no ones business but the person you are loyal to. it was ours that secret, and only ours, and to her, to that faithful person, all of my secrets, were not secrets.

i learned that in hands of the guilty, secrets are only lies. i learned too, that the innocent come in pairs, and unto each other in celebration and in birthright, they refuse to keep them.

jP 8.12.o12