Sometimes I wonder…

If you really know me.

If you really know how I see the world, or that you’re my favorite person to talk to about life, art, everything inbetween.

I am censoring myself and I hate that. This was once a place I could unload all my thoughts carefree. I hold so much back these days. Fear of who will read it, how they will interpret it. When I know it really should not matter.

I censor myself around you. Fear of pushing you away.

Yet, you say you know me.

Secretly… I hope you do.