08/05/2019
I have been thinking, how I had been oblivious to a lot of things that would pass me by. For a long time, I was someone who wouldn't notice a stare, a comment, a gesture unless the company I was in, would tell me what I missed. And now that I see and notice anything and everything that lurks behind closed doors, all my insecurities have been laid out in open for every sadist to feed upon. .
I sometimes wish I could go back again to being oblivious, to being someone who remains unperturbed by things said about her. I am on a path of self loving and this just made me realise that I am not even at the first step. And the climb is so damn high. .
This is a relatively safe place, here I can keep all my unkept secrets, or, at least get them off my chest for once. But the reason I can't open up about most of my secrets is because I am not ready for more scrutiny, for any more questions. What I am waiting for is a little something like, 'You can tell me whatever it is, I will listen' or something like... 'I am here'. And that's all. .
