Stunned into silence when I joined the ranks of the secret keepers, we speak with our eyes only, that is why my lashes linger, faintly shut.
I am protecting my soul from the secret thieves, like the others. We are quietly watching, waiting, wondering when you will be brave enough to ask for our truth.
Perhaps you are really a thief, not a keeper. I am noting your moves, intentions, inflections and what you feel are positive projections. I am not convinced, perhaps your import is not clear or true.
Still, I am curious.