I don't know how. Wouldn't it be perfect that that's what I've been missing all this time? It seems like desperation to me. "Look at me. Love me. I can't live without your approval." I'm sorry but I know the world doesn't revolve around me.
Am I scared? Petrified even. I won't show you though. I don't know how to let anyone in that much. Vulnerability is a feminine trait. Does it make me less desirable because I don't need your validation?
And even now, I can't find the words to express what I feel. I hate this because I'm probably just being selfish anyway.
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far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
-e.e. cummings
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i am a little church
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
-e.e. cummings
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1 comments:
March 21, 2010 at 10:46 PM
Vulnerable =/= desperation. Vulnerable just means being open.
What you describe is desperation and desperation is not attractive.
Being willing to be open is. But so is knowing how to protect yourself. The trick is finding out who to be open with and who to protect yourself against. I think you will be able to tell when you can truly be open.
<3
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