Do you ever feel you are standing alone in a very crowded place?
I do. And most of the time the crowd is my own people. I scream. I shout. I cry and no one can hear me,I fall down. I break. I tear and no one can see me.
Often time slows down,slower than usual and I see myself bleed through the scars I got over the years of struggle. The cuts of insecurity and the bruises of betrayal. Suddenly they become more vivid and the more I want to fix it the more it gets worse.
Sometimes I want to be rescued. Sometimes I need someone to understand what I am trying to say.And most of those times, I am left alone.
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