“Literature, whether handed down by word of mouth, or in print, gives us a second handle on reality, enabling us to encounter in the safe, managable demensions of make believe, the very same threats to integrity that may assail the psyche in real life, and at the same time providing through self discovery which it imparts a veritable weapon for coping with these threats whether they are found within ourself or the world around us.”
-Chinua Achebe 1988
I feel like my brain is coming out of my nose.
There is one person I tell everything to. Every little and big secret I’ve ever kept, he knows. And I know he would never tell anyone else.
A secret is kept from the knowledge of any but the initiated or privileged.
I still have secrets, I just share them with my best friend and the one I love. He has the privilge to know my secrets and I have the privilge to just look at him and kiss him and tell him how much he means to me.