I have a dark sinister secret

Caught your attention, didn't it? It did. That's what secrets do. They have an allure. A pull.

First the word. Secret. I like. It's one of those words that I think was well thought of. By whomsoever it was that thought of the words. Unlike table. For some reason, I think (and it is my own personal opinion) that a table could have been called something else. More thought and more editing might have gone into that.

But secret- that came out just right. The word to the meaning- it fit.

Secret has it's own distinct sound. In my mind, its a whisper.

Secret has a life span. And it varies. Short, long and eternal.

Secret definitely has a life. And a very exciting one at that.

Personality? Now we're talking. Dark, alluring, mystical, devious, happy, joyful.

And power. To make. To break. To resolve. To hurt. To elate. To banish. To reveal. To hide.

It can definitely be seductive. Or ugly. Dangerous. Sinister. Or beautiful.

Everyone has one. Or more. But, one, at the minimum.

And the coolest thing about a secret. It finds its space. A nook. A corner. A brain cell. A thought. In your system. Heart or mind. And stays there. Safe. As it should.

And it demands to be well kept. Because it knows that if it isn't, then it will cease to exist. It will no longer be that. A secret.