sometimes,
I hide.
sometimes,
I feel completely unequipped to face this world.
and my only coping mechanism
is to isolate,
and deal with my sensitivity alone.
disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with this.
but I desire connection,
and as much as I am terrified of it,
my heart longs for it.
with your fierce priestess compassion,
you have shown me
that when I hide,
part of me
is scared to see
and scared to be seen.
at first,
I want to run when I look into the eyes of such beauty
but after a second,
the facade of separation dissolves,
and my spirit
r e m e m b e r s
to open my heart
to what is right in front of me
because everything I ever wanted
is right here.