So the simple act of revealing oneself to the world is harder than it looks. It is not like I can just don a Burberry trenchcoat and head off to the park. The human soul is a fragile and delicate flower. Our hearts are like velvety, soft roses that bruise at the slightest mishandling. When this part of us is hurt, it is a natural defence to close down, shut out, lock the door. No, you may not come close. No, I will not let you in. And there we sit, just aching for the right look, or a kind word, for the magic that will allow us to let the sunshine back inside.
Now before we start getting all soppy here, let's get one thing straight. During the past ten months, it would appear I have learned a thing or two....
"It is not always necessary to express every thought that passes through your head."
This can often lead to people wanting to run you over when your cross the street...or when you are sleeping in your bed... whichever is easier for them.