Cyanide.

Have you ever talked about so much that goes on in your life because you want to keep the more important things to yourself ? Expressed so much so that you don't have to express what's really important ? Blurted out so much so as to keep others from realising what has been kept back ? Revealed so much that no one probes further, so your secrets are safe, with you ? Iterated and reiterated a discussion so many times along carefully constructed lines so that people think there isn't anything more to discuss in it because it's wrung dry ? Exposed your pantaloons so that no one would want to see more ? Been madly happy because at other times its so hard to be so ? Told everyone almost everything you want them to know so many times that they don't even bother asking, and so you're safe ? Washed your dirty linen in public so that no one is interested in your linen any more ? It's like making files of everything you want to remember forever and then conveniently forgetting them; now that they're filed. It just makes it easier to forget, for you can always go back to it and refer to it. You don't have to carry it around in your mind anymore. You have told everyone everything (atleast created an illusion that you have) so that no one asks anymore. Both these things are synonymous with each other. It's easy. It's convenient. It's dangerous.


Quick Poison.