So often I feel the need to sit down with my words and write until I understand them - make everything going on in my head real and tangible. I want to make sense of things; attempt to make peace within my head for awhile. I want to sit down for a moment of truth with myself - and yet I am finding myself guarded again. I am so afraid that my words will not remain my own - that someone will read all that I write and judge me harshly - that terrible truths will be reveled in my random thoughts and I am rather concerned with that lately. But, really, I have nothing to hide.
I just want someone to share it with - the simple parts that perhaps no one else would appreciate.
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