Vulnerability,
Who could stand to expose their entire self?
No mystery. No shame, just baring all and being content. How terrifying.
I can't talk, for who might share it? I can't write, for who might read it? I can barely think, because I can hardly listen, let alone stand myself. I'm annoying, I'm needy. If I don't ask, I'm not a burden.
If there were more to me, I think I'd be relieved. At a distance, no one can be disappointed. Surprise doesn't hurt. I wonder if safety really exists. I'm scared.











