I'm a Musin'

Last night I admitted to someone that I care about them. It had been hanging over me for quite some time, but as soon as you give secrets up, they lose their power. The only problem is that it might have complicated where we're at right now, but I also don't care about that. Why let something live only for appearances sake, when the truth is silenced for sheer convenience?

Sometimes I'm so forward I'm in danger of falling into the deep end. I enjoy living on the edge though, it's more human to be uncomfortable. To be vulnerable with others is precarious, but so is love, and they're both wonderfully flawed states to be in.