Dull secrets
The secrets I keep are so dull, secrets that are not embarrassing. Truthfully, there is nothing embarrassing about the secret, only if I mentioned the secret it might lead to a discussion, and I am not good at it but I so want to be good at it. More than anything, which is why it is a secret.
What would we do without our distractions, without the moments of joviality, though this might have been a more weary day than usual, this may be a more weary time of my life than usual, or is this the usual, the new usual.
