Me
I sometimes wonder what I can write here, trying to express myself without disclosing too much.
Friends tend to comment that as much as they know me, they just simply don't. For to establish a bond with me is an impossible chore as I'm always silent with my unpublished beliefs and unspoken words, hardly enunciating any feelings nor emotions. Even the comments posted here remain unanswered.
Everyone always hold back that tiny bit of themselves from others, comfortable and contented in their own thought that not everyone knows everything, that they are not too exposed.
Maybe to prevent from getting hurt, or to simply obviate any chances of anyone using it against themselves. Or perhaps, to forestall any likelyhood of misunderstandings and mishaps.
Then again, it could just be a selfish act. Or a fear of trust. Surely it is some devious scheme to paint a fake picture of themselves?
Or it could be just me.
Friends tend to comment that as much as they know me, they just simply don't. For to establish a bond with me is an impossible chore as I'm always silent with my unpublished beliefs and unspoken words, hardly enunciating any feelings nor emotions. Even the comments posted here remain unanswered.
Everyone always hold back that tiny bit of themselves from others, comfortable and contented in their own thought that not everyone knows everything, that they are not too exposed.
Maybe to prevent from getting hurt, or to simply obviate any chances of anyone using it against themselves. Or perhaps, to forestall any likelyhood of misunderstandings and mishaps.
Then again, it could just be a selfish act. Or a fear of trust. Surely it is some devious scheme to paint a fake picture of themselves?
Or it could be just me.
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