A little is all I want; a respite from loneliness.
Let me not hurt you, but won't you help me?
Let you not know me, but won't you care for me?
Can I ever remain stable enough for long enough so that I may gain new friends? I don't know if I can. I sink and rise, showing all sorts of things that either are parts of me I don't wish to show or are not even truly parts of me..
It's tough. It's hard to win people over when you have no security, no foundation to retreat to.
2 comments:
Yes you can, yes you will. You are still in chrysalis form, growing, mutating, changing from a questing, curling caterpillar into a strong, beautiful, soaring butterfly. I expect that if caterpillars could speak, they would tell us that the process hurts. A lot. They basically become liquid within their hard shells, rearranging nearly every atom of themselves into something new and beautiful. But during that time, they are formless, helpless, defenseless. But they eventually emerge, strong and healthy. So will you.
It's even harder to find friends when you have a sappy blogspot.
This blog site of yours is not socially acceptable.
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