The idea of being able to totally control myself is scary and powerful... I have an idea!

(Maybe I should be a bit reserved. We'll see.)

Sometimes I just want to stop pretending. It is tiresome and wasteful.

Why can't we be honest about everything in life?

Can we not handle each others honesty if love truly is as at the bottom of our hearts?

I know that I, for one am truly afraid to be honest many times a day. Perhaps because the things I can't be honest about just gnaw away at me as I am forever trying to find the most delicate delivery of honesty.

Then I give up. Then I try something else.