I feel I am strange in so many ways, I have EXTREME emotions where I am suddenly crying sitting in a subway or in some other weird place and thinking what the hell am I doing but not able to stop! Atleast I am not sobbing loudly and manage to hide it away (or atleast that is what I like to believe). I identify with a coconut, projecting a hard exterior but the inside is soft, extremely sensitive and (in confident) even damaged.
The easiest solution is to open up to someone, anyone but when I think of how vulnerable I would be, I imagine myself never going through with it.
I see people around who have a pleasant personalty, smile, laugh and are able to connect with people easily. I envy people who are open, talk about their life, take risks. How liberating that must be! I remember being 5 and telling secrets all the time, being open as I remember it. And between then and now, somethings happened cause I am the extremely opposite of the little me.
It is a rant that after putting it down on paper, might make things a little easier. My heart might not sink every time the phone vibrates (Why would that even happen??).
I am NOT an author and I have come across beautiful authors who have a natural flow to their words. But its not always about the beauty I guess.
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