Hermetic

If I cannot truly understand what is in my heart, how can I expect anyone else to? I believe I may become a recluse and deny anyone access to my presence, much less my heart. I don’t like secrets so much, but feel that my life and those around me are shrouded in them. I have a few good friends with which there is transparency between us. Maybe that is all I can ask for, but ultimately it all will need to be tossed out. Ultimately I will live in my basement with just the one window for light and I will grow pale and old there.