Like the onion, I come in different layers. But my innermost thoughts are sacred. It is a collection of my keeping. You may beg however much you want, but my lips remain sealed. 

 

What is it about people wanting to be included at all damn times? They get so desperate, they neglect our fundamental right to privacy. Perhaps the concept of privacy does not exist anymore. We're just all too used to knowing everything about everyone. 

 

But I'd like to believe I still have a choice. I'd like to think I still can choose whoever may enter my train of thoughts.