29 April 2012
It's strange, you know.
How I'm careful around my friends,
How I never let the persona I've crafted slip for a second.
And yet,
Online, I'm honest.
I'm open.
I'm completely myself.
What would happen should the people I've worked so hard to hide myself from
Stumble upon these ramblings,
These confessions,
On the 'world wide web' I call my sanctum?
They'd find out everything at the click of a button.
Perhaps I'd be ruined.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps I'm only doing it because I want them to find it.
To find me.
I never have quite been
able to work that out, you know.
Doubt • Opuss № I