letting it out, like turning on lights.

there are so many secrets between you and i, and i wonder if we have the courage to tell each other what they are. we keep them inside cause they make us warm, make us individual and we can't stand the thought of being anything but ourselves, living in a world with only us, a world where sharing is so dangerous. you ignore, and then i ignore and we keep pretending like everything is what it is, when who the hell knows how it really is because we have so many secrets, you and i.

i live in a world without names, without specifics, a world where the bare minimum is all that is required to weave in and out of the realities of being human. i am alive but not engaging. but that isn't saying anything because i'm finding, you're the same. we're the same, but so different.

i'm trying to believe that if i were more open, i could believe in you like i used to believe in other people but i have issues and a past and have fought so many hard battles to even be standing here now, so what are we going to do? we could lay in the dark, like we did before, and just talk, let it all out, and then there would be nothing we didn't know and even the dark would be void of danger. but it's so hard to think of it being like it was before, when it is like it is right now and we have so many secrets, so very many secrets.