Winter
“She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.”
— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her
‘waveshaping’
When I was a kid, being alone meant I was safe.
There was no one there to be enraged or erratic; no one around who could elicit my fear. I became accustomed to seeking refuge in a quiet space.
Unfortunately, this habit seems to have followed me into adulthood.
I had learned that a safe life is a solitary one, but this sentiment became a catalyst for my lifelong tendency to isolate.
The pangs of loneliness aren’t even enough to draw me out.
I crave to be known while never wanting to be seen.
Nirvana: come as you are Blink 182: adam’s song
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