Sometimes I don't think I can do this. The whole letting go of things, letting down my guard. Telling you things? That's rather intimidating - make that very intimidating.
Part of me earns for the open road, a suitcase and a spicy perfume. That part of me wants to leave. Just leave. Leave the past, the turmoil, the arguments, leave it all behind. Re-build my walls.
At the same time, there is another part of me that doesn't want to. There is a part of me that doesn't want to let this go. That part of me is ok with staying. More than just being ok with staying, that part of me wants to stay. Even if that means telling you things. Even if that means being hurt.
Monday, January 21, 2008
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