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Lancaster, PA, United States
I am a 26 year old female, with only hopes of becoming a rock star/movie star. Which basically means if I can't find anything else that I'm passionate about, then I'm going to be living with Mom and Pops the rest of my life(if they would even have me.) Grow up Peter Pan! is a blog about, well, growing up! And the day to day events that are thrusting me towards adulthood.

Sunday, October 30, 2011

inglorious feather

obscure and unreadable
forceful and unnatural
empty and unrequited
simple and dishonest
mangled, untamed

floating upon the tails of thick-billed ravens
eating away at the flesh of a salamander

keep your artifical colors hidden under that pile of wet leaves
and your jealous cravings to be placed on wings of white doves masked

I don't believe you

whatever makes you sleep at night

Let me preface this entry with, no one is perfect, and we all tell lies.

Over the past several weeks, I have become especially aware of the amount of secrets I keep;  Secrets that could ruin peoples lives, turn friends against eachother, and reveal dishonesty among the most envied relationships.  The guilt of withholding information I'd most certainly want to know about is beginning to weigh heavily on my shoulders. 

Although I would never tell a soul, because I'm entrusted to keep the truth hidden from those it may hurt; I can't help but wonder whether or not these "friends" that ask me to keep quiet deserve my loyalty?  And, does it make me more genuine of a person if I tell the truth,  or keep my reputaion as someone to depend on?  Either way, someone gets burned.

So, "friends", if venting to me helps you get your 8 hours, by all means, tell me your deepest, darkest secrets. Just know, I've had some pretty restless nights.