The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the ones we are ashamed, because it impoverishes the words, words shrink things that, while they were in our heads seemed endless, and reduced to no more than life-size when they are moved out.
The most important things lie too close to the point where our secret heart is buried, as signals left to find a treasure that our enemies would be happy to take away. And you can make revelations that cost us only to find that people look at us strange, not understanding at all what we have said, without understanding why it seemed so important that almost crying as he said.
This is the worst thing, when the secret stays locked within not for want of someone to tell, but for lack of an ear that knows how to listen.
The most important things lie too close to the point where our secret heart is buried, as signals left to find a treasure that our enemies would be happy to take away. And you can make revelations that cost us only to find that people look at us strange, not understanding at all what we have said, without understanding why it seemed so important that almost crying as he said.
This is the worst thing, when the secret stays locked within not for want of someone to tell, but for lack of an ear that knows how to listen.
(SK)
tonight and thanks for all the times when you have that ear.
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