Every writer, artist and musician has a secret they grind it into dust. The scattered shimmering crystals of their self-mutilated soul are then tucked behind every carefully chosen word, comma and inuendo.

To know the heart of the writer, listen to what he says and doesn’t say. Only when you have partaken of his essence can you know his secret, but you won’t tell others, for you can never tell the secret shared between you and a friend.