I have heard a lot of people's stories. About cruel childhood events, grueling heartbreaks, personal destruction, whatever it may be. I have watched these people, some that I never would have expected, unfold right in front of my eyes. Sometimes it comes in a rush, overflowing from their soul as if they were released from drowning in their past. Other times it's in layers, peeling from the shell that they hide behind exposing their raw existence. I have heard a lot of people's stories, but I am still scared to tell my own.
No comments:
Post a Comment