naivete has always played a funny roleshifting from blessing to curse, for the better or for the worseexisting on her own selfish terms
I once dreamt that there were nails in my forearms,
I was always so afraid of everything. Even now, I couldn’t look you in the eye and tell you that nothing could shake me. I still am afraid of everyone. I cower away from the corridors at night; I shrink away from honesty. I strangle all my truths within me.
lately, my answer to anything just seems to be
“i don’t know”
this is my introduction to something i never wanted to make up
the people around me,