Beautiful Obscurity

How obscure it is,
How I tremble at the thought of being around the presence of many,
Yet,
Set out to be around just that.
Plethoras of fears take over my thoughts.
Like,
Going blank,
Having nothing to say.
But,
Even then,
It’s the only way I can love when darkness rises…

Still.
I’m prompted to escape that abyss of depression with every letter I scribble.
Every page set in stone with ink and tear drops,
Revealing every moment I’ve folded in the hands of those who set out to crumble me…
So that I can finally feel what it’s like to connect to another human soul…