Most of the things that want to run out of the mouth, the things that would never harm another person, would remove some bandages whose task of helping, healing the wounds and covering is incomplete.

Yet human connections seem to tag along with the exchange of thoughts, feelings, words, and many more of one's choice.

Still, sharing sometimes feels like giving away what has been hidden for good, while concealing takes away the contentment of the present moment.

So, I choose and make mistakes, and continue choosing over and over again, along with all the consequences that follow.