I sit cocooned in my world, breathing in the fumes of my artwork. These smells, they envelope me. In a trance, no one can touch me now. I am safe; until you’re eyes ascend on me. I want to show you my world, to open up to you, but I am afraid.
Afraid of the rejection I may find if I allow you to truly know me. I want desperately to open my heart to you, speak my mind, allow you in, but the terror renders me inoperative. I sit, some much in heart but nothing on my tongue. I cannot speak, I cannot even being to tell you what you mean to me for fear of sounding over zealous. I wish I could harvest a thought, anything to say. I want to explode to share my life story with you; I want to hear yours.
But the veil of fear chokes me and I sit, silent. No longer cocooned in my world, but exposed to the elements of uncertainty.
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