Of things reflected through the mirror of my heart and
mind..Of eternal randomness and chaos..Of books, music,
stories, anecdotes, observations, movies, photographs .. A
world of my own
He told me a secret once, to never keep a secret. He warned me, to never unravel, reveal or share, his and ours secret. I never did understand him then, I do not understand him now either. What is a secret? A dream locked in a box or a rejection...
