Much like love, baring ones soul
can be like a volcano erupting.
This sounds like a cliché, but wait...
There is a deeper message here.

The volcano boils and broils internally,
heaving in its inner turmoil; then writhes
and spews in the eruptive state, before
exploding out all its lava guts... much like
festering sea from a sick whale's blow hole.
All surrounding terrain is affected.
Later things cool off. The earth is left
scarred, and things once living are now
dead and erased. It is an event, not to be
taken lightly.

In baring ones soul to another, the burden
donor boils and broils internally, heaving in
inner turmoil; before writhing then spewing
in the eruptive state. Words are exploded
out from the gut, like festering sea from a
sick whale's blow hole. Both the receptor of
secrets and the burden donor are affected.
Later things cool off, leaving the soul barer
scarred. Trust dies and becomes erased.
It is an event, not to be taken lightly.

If secrets could be fractured into billions of
tiny particles... just small enough, I wonder
if, with the help of the alchemist's hand, they
could be converted into white light,

...and erased?

shameless bump

another bump for the shameless one



the recepter needs to be accepting and understand that in devolging one wass couragous and gains respect

great analogies, love the ending