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So I sit at work typing away at my keyboard trying to put together these words for some document, and slowly the minutes and hours just pass. I sit here and now, this is my world, but only I, and the people around my are aware of this world.. this is my little secret... Well basically it's not so secret, someone just has to ask me and the secret will unfold... but does anyone know of the self talks during the morning jogs, or the e-mails to pen pals half way around the world... or the manufactured relationships in the mind... The secrets...

To what the eyes can see, or what the ears might hear, everyone has a secret life to some degree that no one else knows about. In a daily routine, a person can pass through many of their different activities but really, no one other person out there really knows about what they do, or think from wake to sleep. It can be a simple as the regular Chai tea that you may have in the morning that your spouse never knows about, or as complex as a relationship with a girl that none of your friends suspect... It's the worlds that we keep to ourselves. It's what we keep so that we do have something to hide. It's the thing that warrants the word "weirdo". The embarrassing. The right. The wrong. The self.

The secret life. It's not really a bad thing... it's just the things that are hidden from us by other people.... and it is the things that we only share with certain one, and sometime none.

The secrets, without these, we'd have nothing to fill in the gaps between our normal times...