Sunday, March 21, 2010


Once upon a time, she met a secret in a corner. She didn't know what to do with it, so she carried it with her everywhere. Then one day, it threatened to consume her from inside. So she took a chance, and whispered the secret to a dead tree. The tree spoke to the wind, and the wind blurted it out to the mountain over evening tea. The mountain told it to the river in jest, and the river ran to tell the that when she met the pebble next, the pebble called her the evil one, and accused her of stealing his spirit away.

She has been scared of secrets since then.