I was swimming my way through the crowd with my heart bound in a cage.
Scared and anxious. The experience enervating.
What if I'd have taken a minute to stop and breathe?
I'd have to talk to the man on my left, give him a peek into my soul!
What if he'd make me realize that I had only 3 moments to live and I haven't lived through 300 adventures yet?
I don't think I would have made it to the other end then.
I don't think I can afford to put myself out there again and feel too much. I don't think I can go through giving myself away to the song of the rain and just getting paid with pain in return. I don't think I'm ready to open my heart again. I'll just have to push my fears under the rug once again but not out the window. I don't think I can. I won't make it till the little boxes of hope with bloody hands. So, the next time, I'll walk. Quickly. Not think about my breath. I'll squeeze my way in but I'll not fall short of a step. Cause I don't think I can. //ndcb
