In her presence,
I was reminded again of why I was like this: fear.
Of my needs, for food, for sleep, for touch, for simple conversation, for human contact, for love.
I became an outlaw because I was afraid of being human.
Implicit in human contact is the exposure of self, the interaction of the selves.
The self I'd had, once upon a time, I thought not be be good enough to be shown, it was too much.
Now there was no self at all.
I was blank,
scarred, wounded and bleading,
but blank.
17-04-2009 om 00:00
geschreven door Tigana 
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