the tip of the iceberg

oh if only i dared to publish the posts that get saved in the security of my draft folder. those raw & volatile thoughts that never see the light of day but spill out, tumbling word after word, in the dead of night when i cannot sleep.

i guess we all have secrets in our hearts that are not confided to a sinlge soul, out of fear. fear of rejection... misunderstanding... abandonment... and mostly fear of ourselves. because speaking them opens up a vulnerability so fragile we don't know if we'd survive it being crushed. the irony is that we silence them to keep from getting hurt, yet sometimes it seems leaving them unspoken is the greater enemy, the greater risk.

i would go to sleep... if i could quiet the thoughts in my mind and curl up in the warmth of a place safer than any other.

2am makes me even more cyptic than i usually am...