“In our dear peril”
I need to learn how to talk about you and feel you in a more positiVe way. The more I see myself, the more yoU are there. I can’t yet fuLly notice, but you’re there. I study you like a disorder of miNe, something I must not have. But of course, you bElong to everybody, including me. You make everyone better. I admire you in others
Every expression of my actions is against you because I want to keep you in me. Like a prisoneR always on the edge of being free from your insecure cage. I can’t help but keep you hidden from everyone else. The more I do that, the thicker and taller my wAlls get. Why am I so afraid of showing you to others. You are as part of me as of them. Or maybe you Belong more with me than with them. I was never able to externalIze you...
I can't have you as my flaw anymore. I beLieve you can help the most powerful version of myself concretize itself. I must allow us to walk sade by sIde. I'm sorry it took me so long to have the courage to even noTice you in me.
You are me.
A disguised communication. A combination of bold letters. A hidden identification.