You compare yourself to thunderstorms and lightning.
And your pretentious feelings, and imaginary walls you built around yourself won't always hide you from what you fear.
Because in reality, you are not the things you make up in your head.
You are a paradox my dear.
which even you haven't yet understood.
You are the rays of sun in the midafternoon, shining through the clouds after the storm clears.
Oh, but people mistake you for the lightning with that loud aura of yours.
All of these thoughts in your head is a perfectly fabricated lie to protect you from stumbling upon your fears.
Fear of falling.
Fear of somebody unraveling your secrets.
Fear of somebody walking right through those walls and being stuck inside with you forever,
not able to come out again.
YOU ARE READING
Raconteur
PoesiaThere are numerous ways to let another person in to your mind. A neurosurgeon could- via surgery, or a person could read through another's writing. I prefer the latter. This book consists of bits and pieces of what goes around in my mind. Hopefully...
