Secrets

I've returned home with both of my hands. And a lot of pictures. And stories. And the worst part is that I have no one to tell. I thought about who I would call, and after I called my parents there was no one. Except my friend in New York, but if I tell her some of my stories, she would judge me. That's what she does. So I'm down to no one. I guess that's the only way to truly keep secrets.