I feel lost again.
It's one of those times when I, who takes a lot of effort and strength to open up about things that I carefully hold inside me, want to scream and let everything out. But my safe havens are engrossed in their own chaos that my voice feels disregarded, unwelcome.
And that's when I regret the preposterous idea that my voice and my feelings have a patient and safe release. That coming out of my shell is not such a scary thought.
I want to go back to my shell again.
It's one of those times when I, who takes a lot of effort and strength to open up about things that I carefully hold inside me, want to scream and let everything out. But my safe havens are engrossed in their own chaos that my voice feels disregarded, unwelcome.
And that's when I regret the preposterous idea that my voice and my feelings have a patient and safe release. That coming out of my shell is not such a scary thought.
I want to go back to my shell again.
