The Obvious
Redundancies
Gossip, I don't talk about other people. It's not my business and it wouldn't be right.
I rarely say anything negative about anyone. I figure everyone is doing the best they can.
Opinions, unless they are well thought out and researched.
Predictions and making plans for the future. I know not what tomorrow will bring.
The hand on the lock...the combination constantly changes.
Holding the rose, her hand always bled
Then there are things of a more personal nature, that I dare not say.
When a close friend...leaves...I never ask anyone "Don't leave me. " or "Please come back."
I don't ask for things that would hurt, even more, if I verbally acknowledged them.
I don't acknowledge need of anyone, mostly for fear of vulnerability and rejection.
I rarely ever say, "That hurt me." or "Stop hurting me." What good would it do? Would it matter?
Why say something when nothing will change anyway?
I don't tell people when I am afraid. Many reasons for this one. I probably fear ridicule the most. And probably the three questions from the previous.
Anxiety, worry and fear all share the same room, just different beds. I can't always tell which is who.
I don't oft share my dreams, hopes and wishes. They are reminiscent of a child at Christmas...simple and lofty...and very childish. Kind words, a hug, a touch, warm meals and a blanket.
For so long I've thought that if I talked about my fears, they would imprison me even more. Only lately, have I realized that quite the opposite is true.
The key fumbles and falters, falling to the floor minus grace, never to be retrieved.
No, there isn't a lot to say.
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