Am I more afraid Of taking a chance and learning I'm somebody I don't know, or of risking new territory, only to find I'm the same old me? There is comfort in the tried and true. Breaking ground might uncover a sinkhole, one impossible to climb out of. And setting sail in uncharted waters might mean capsizing into a sea monster's jaws. Easier to turn my back on these things than to try tjem and fail. And yet, a whisper insists I need to know if they are or aren't integral to me. Status quo is a swamp. And stagnation is slow death.

I get so nervous when im around you i start to studder

I'm a total wreck. Afraid to let anyone near. Afraid they'll see the real me.

I fell for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

Religion is for followers... Followers and puppets.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

Is it wrong to leave relative security in favor of unknown risk at the side of someone you love?