Jan 18, 2022
I do not know. I never will. I am scared. I am scared because I will be stunned every day in the coming future because I do not know now. I do not understand. It is me that I do not understand. I haven’t even met all of me yet, so how can people tell me to go out, get out of this little bubble of mine and explore all the things out there, explore the wilderness and the surprises outside, but it is only because they do not know of the wilderness within, the surprises that I hold so close to my heart, yet they are locked away, sitting on the farthest place on my shelf. Like the poets often say, I want to take my heart and my soul and understand them, you see, but, I don’t think I have the stomach to do so just yet.
