Most people I know including myself wrap themselves in a cocoon. And its this cocoon they choose to show the outside world.
Its usually a shiny veneer, an attractive facade most are proud to display.
However, inside our heads is a little person. That person is raw, innocent, real, vulnerable, innocent.
That little person is the person that lets us fall in love, lets us take the plunge – because, honestly, that person just doesnt know any better.
That little person pinches you when you start drowning in regrets.
That little person is a big believer in just LIVING.
And the best place to leave that little person is in your head.
Letting him/her speak when they need to.
I recently committed the ultimate sin.
I brought my little person out of my head.
I named her. I met her friends. I introduced her to mine.
I made her entirely mine with slashes of a blue pen on lined paper.
On a tiny notebook that I carried around everywhere.
I sang to her, I spoke to her, I made my friends love her.
And I made her friends mine. And loved them completely.
And then the harshness and brutality of reality killed her.
Life killed her.
Immaturity, People, Misunderstandings and LIFE killed her.
And I finally understood why the little person isnt supposed to leave your head.
People like your little person dont belong to life.
And when you bring them to life, and then they die, the part of your head they belonged dies too.
A part of you dies with that little person.
To My Daisy.