I'm not just talking tidbits from dear friends.
Something about me must scream, "TRUST ME!" because I have had people tell me things that a stranger probably should not be told upon a first meeting.
I thought about how I could be manipulative - use this thing about me to get people to tell me things. And then I have ammunition. I could do anything I wanted with this information. I could share their secrets. I have enough information that could ruin some people.
But would I ever? NO.
The thought alone makes me feel darkness and evil.
I feel something akin to what I feel when I look at the blue summer skies while watching the cotton clouds roll by when I think of the love I have for all of these people who, for no reason, have loved me enough to trust me. When I think of my desire to know them and help their lives be better in some small way even if that is just one of my stupid puns.
I could be vengeful. But then that wouldn't be me, would it?
|It has been far too long since I laid in the summer grass with a loved one and discussed the shapes we see in the clouds. Anyone wanna?|