Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so guarded
I read other’s giving freely, yet i hold back when I write
My heart is large, giving, vulnerable, full of passion, yet my empathy is dark, but it’s protection for those i love, not for me
Never for me
My mind, my dissociation is fozen, calculating, sharp, dissection of my thoughts
However, my needs are simple: Love, affection, food (i get hangry), touch, sex, expressions of connection without words
I know who I am, but I also know I am lost
I have always been lost
Will I ever be found?
Ecoheretic 