safety
Maybe that part of you dies. The part that was deeper than work and laundry and oil changes; the part that felt like there was something more, and that it was right there, just out of reach. Maybe it dies a little every time another soul subtly begs you to show it to them, and, fearing rejection, you suppress it. Tell a lie. Make small talk...
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This is exactly the struggle I've been having lately and about which Brian has been preaching. Breaking down our own safety wall and letting people see our hurt, our shame, our weaknesses..its just counter-cultural these days. I'd rather sit alone inside my safety wall than let someone inside me--and possibly reject me.
But boy, is it an ugly thing. Lonely, too.
deep.