Off the Record...

We all have secrets...

We all have a story...
We all have things in our past that make us who we are today.

I still remember the day we went "off the record". I didn't realize that it meant every component of what we were would go unrecorded, that every story would be a secret...that every detail would happen & vanish as if it didn't exist. I didn't know that it meant that I would be the only one who knew exactly what this was.

Off the record...

I didn't read the fine print... I didn't have my lawyer review the contract that I signed with my soul. I didn't know that "off the record" meant to play pretend. I didn't know it meant to leave no trace of what was, is and continues to be. I didn't know what we were recording to begin with. It was a story I was telling and never stopped to think who was watching...

Until too many people were.

Until the very essence of who WE were had to go unrecorded. Until being on the record caused an uneasiness that was silently understood.

Until I realized you were simply trying to erase me.

That the reality of me was too much to be documented.
That to have proof of me, would make me too real for you.
That my existence tarnishes a reality you've created for you
Forgetting the many inches of me that while off the record are well documented in your memory.

so let's set the record straight...

no matter how many parts of me you wish to keep off the record...
Know that the universe remembers everything
That to erase me would require to forget parts of you

That even off the record, this is the greatest undocumented story...

xoxo
signs me.