I felt naked

My thoughts and feelings can rush within me as much as my being allows me to be aware of it.

I freeze when I open my eyes on a bright blank page in my notes.
I ought to let them all flow on the paper I say to myself.
It never works that smooth.
Because of what's familiar to us, we often get comfortable,
safe.


The familiarity of my sadness makes me want to withdraw from the world, but mostly from myself.
I fall into self pity,
jealousy and envy are poisoning my heart.
It seems unknown how to not be all these things.

I realized that nothing in this world can make us feel empty or filled with rage.
It is the events of our life that make us react
and it is the continuous reaction to these events that kill us bit by bit.
I felt naked

it was me...
all along
and boy, I was cold.