Sometimes i let all my inhibitions go. i open up, i'm confident and i'm me. Maybe i know who i am then, maybe i just don't care, i'm just happy to be. Almost inevitably at some point i get hurt and i run. i retreat back inside myself where it's safe, where my dreams comfort me and my blank face protects me, and if the face can't stay blank i'll grow a large beard and long hair so you can't see it.
i don't wanna run anymore, i want to wear my heart on my sleeve and leave it there, i want to give untill i have nothing left without hope of recieving anything in return, i want the pain to push me closer to G-d and not further from everything.
Pour me out!
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