"All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland." ~ Jimi Hendrix
Raw. Uncooked. Bloody. Not easy to look at.
Where do we hide our secrets? Under a tree?
Next time, you smile at the stranger that nods back.
We are all on our best behavior. Control. Freak.
What might happen if I broke the courtesy?
Defied the illogical? Screamed in the street?
Would you take my hand and run away with me?
Start a bonfire with the secrets you give and bind;
My secret shame and your secret shame. Breathe.
In the street. I hold your hand, we dance in time.
Hurts together explode. Hold your hurt with mine.