This sure is one! But not a very specific sort of detailed long liner. You can put anything into words that sound sweet or smooth. Reality may not be as forgiving. Harsh as that sounds, I'd like to think I'm an honest person. Just not in the upfront and open sense of the word. I tell the truth, I uphold the law, and yet I am secretive. Perhaps that's for the best? I think as individuals, we do need at least a low level of privacy, a small sect of seclusion wherein we keep a few secrets. Now, however, secrets vary, and I would never encourage anyone to stay silent about something dangerous or painful. This is how we view secrecy and silence; as sharp, pointed, ugly protrusions that intrude into our lives and seek to cleave and cut and separate us from our surroundings and supporters. Damaging secrets cannot be held close, for the longer and tighter you clutch the glass, the deeper and nastier the cut. Some wounds become too great to heal, and so we have to share ourselves, seek guidance, and revel in the joy of friendship and social attachments. Yet, we must also not be too open with everyone, for the hearts that swing from sleeves are the easiest and quickest to be lost or trod upon. Long threads can be cut by any blade.
To end, being honest and reliant upon the strength forged in the bonds of friendship is essential, but not all people are as equal in their investment, nor as honest in their feelings to each other. Internal strength must be cultivated.
