You realize my attendance; you recognize my laugh; but you have no indemnification of me. Even my perfume may linger in your memory. You are able to reach out in the darkness and know the feel of my softness; yet have no perception of me.
My life seems clear to you and understood, although the emotions of my past has not reached out and choked your very breath away. Your willingness is offered; I admit that.
You know my spirit and soul while questioning how I can say; You know me not. Your perceptions and vision are correct; the parts you know. My dear my trust in you, is more then I allow any other. Do not be saddened or confused. I am unable to be known in completion.
To know me, would mean to know all of me. You see my tears; but you do not feel the carving of their sting. You see them flow down my cheek like that of a river. And yet; you can not grasp the ice coldness they leave behind.
You see the wall I have built, never knowing my need for the very suffocating protection of it. In my awkwardness to mask me; I am content and safe.
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