These Laid Out Secrets and these Tired Old Eyes

Wednesday, May 13th, 2009 | Author: stinkwallet

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There was indeed a time before emoticons and text messages, tweets and facebook status updates. In this time I was well aware that the girls around me were passing notes and the fellas were talking shit about me behind my back. And perhaps it’s the state of the world speaking or just my own acceptance of the way everything has changed, but it’s all got me asking about the secrets that we’ve kept and the openness of absolutely everything.

So, gone are the days of me trying to hide my coded sexuality in journals and mix tapes. Gone are the characterures of dreams on paper, and long glares out my window in the middle of summer, just hoping… for something to happen.

Everything has become available and easy, sex, work, and booze have all become efficient means to an end.

So what does this say about our secrets? What does this say about our creativity?

It all has me wondering if we are indeed less creative if we have nothing in safe keeping. When nothing is held safe and secret is it possible that there is nothing worth saying?… What is the point in speaking figuratively in metaphors if your audience is aware of exactly what you speak?

So is it time to close down this mouth of mine? Is it time to put my fingers in prison, and coax them back into their hammocks for the summer?

Up and down, I’ll rub these overworked didgets and put them to bed for the night. I’ll find those long lost glands in my neck and above my eyes.

I’ll sit here silently, and attempt for a change, to not think myself into…