thoughts: 6-25-10

these small gaps have consistently grown into deep chasms. i've pushed and i've pulled myself away from so many. labeling has proven to be an issue:

is this rash or justified?

is this newfound intolerance selfish or mature?

i feel like a child without object permanence. with my eyes closed the world can't see me. i'm hidden.

my vulnerability disappears for a split second.

when my eyelids begin to peek open, the weight of my surroundings flood me. quickly i return to my hiding place, but it lingers like the flash of a camera.