before dawn, the paper boys with dreams bigger than their bundles, would revitalise the slumbering town with news fresh off the press. little do they know, as they pass by the pre-committal shadows of the morning, whispers of secrets barred deep within me yearn to be unfurled through innocuous notes left by those who understand the true power of words. the secrets that i've sworn to keep, like a lover in the night, may accidently slip through the lines.