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.