That’s the thing with people. To people, a secret is something that needs to diffuse through walls.
You see, when the secret is ‘a done action’, it will have an audience. Then, from mouth to mouth, from phone to phone, it becomes a loud secret.
The more voice it gains, the many more different forms it keeps collecting. Ugly, stinking forms!
This secret now becomes impatient as it travels this long journey. Through the journey, it grows paws and claws and teeth, sharp teeth, ready to devour. It’s in search for that one individual it will massacre. That soul that has lived in lies because the secret was hidden from it. When it finds that soul, it’s a cannibal (think those Kitengela lions). And when it finds it rest, it takes the soul, feeds off from the pain and leaves it half dead, for the vultures!
(To the girl who’s about to find out that her lover is a cheat)
Tabasamu :) 