My biggest problem, is that I don’t trust people. My perceptions run deeper than the average surface. Borderline psychic intuition. My imagination knows no bounds. Do I find things, or did I imagine them? Sometimes, it’s just a feeling of something under the surface, the princess disturbed by the pea. When I have distance from people, I crave to know their secrets. I’ll take care of their secrets, because their secrets don’t touch anything that is me. When I get close to people, I’m terrified of their secrets. Every closed door makes me anxious, even though I would never try to open them if they haven’t opened it for me themselves. But then, these dark corners start to seep into my dreams. And it’s hard to know what is real perception and what is imagination. Most disturbing, is how I don’t know exactly how to protect myself from them.

April 27th, 2010 | Comments Off on

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