It seems that every little group of people have their secrets. Theres always someone who knows that there are some things you just don't talk about, no matter how obviouse or pressing it may be, you just keep quiet because of the akwardness of it. Everywhere you look their are giant pink elephants looming over people. And they pretend not to notice. So its odd, when someone finally does say something, because all of a sudden the elephant is sitting right there inbetween them, giant and pink and smiling because it feels loved, acknowledged. And everyone can see it.