i wanted to tell you something personal tonight, somehting about me, and what i feel. something that opens me up and makes me vunerable. something which i'd be perfectly happy to tell strangers with no faces on the internet, but that which i cannot admit to my friends. so i chickened out, and here i am again, telling you about my uni, letting it take up my life, revealling what i have done, thought and produced - but no more. to you, all i am is just what i tell here, and what you hear when you see me. we're not close because we can't let go of our inhibitions, or let down our fences.
we can never be more than this
discuss