what if your mind is like a subway station? the thoughts you held private and important, the memories you never shared with anyone, proximate fears and distant dreams, hope and the lack of it, ideals and the reality of those ideals, expectations, desires - all of these intensely personal things that you are jealously protective of - what if they were someplace sharing space with anything at all, and were not entirely yours?
have you ever been afraid to even think something and if you finally let yourself think that, would you still feel secure knowing that you might just have shared that thought with someone?
how important is privacy?
no, i am not paranoid and i am not insane. but this is something that can creep under your skin, stay uncomfortably close to your spine and haunt you.
