Sometimes I'm there, sometimes I'm not. I'm not really hiding or masking my motives; I just have nothing to say. And this is okay. I don't want to disturb you or take all your attention - I'm just worried you'll leave and I won't see you go.


Bottled up

Pull the blindfold over your eyes Tape your own mouth shut Carefully pull on the end of the rope that you placed around your arms 'til it's tight. "Oh no," you think. "I'm trapped." Is this: › an exercise in self-control? › you patiently awaiting your rescue? › an example of self-deceit? Maybe it's none … Continue reading Bottled up