We all have a chest, some have trunks, some mite have closets, but the common denominator is a safe place, where we store our precious little possessions or lock up our darkest fears, and those little things we are proud to have but don't want anyone to see. I dread, somehow all of us at one point or other have locked our humanity down in a safe in that closet, locked it away and hid the key somewhere deep. May be to protect it or to protect ourselves from it, but we have locked it, locked it for so long, probably forgot about it. Forgetting must have been convenient, really convenient!!! Scared to look into that vault aren't we? Scared to throw everything else out, scared to look through all the things amassed over the years, stored away; scared of all the reminders of what we once were, scared to look for that safe and key. Scared to look for that one thing that made us human. Scared...It might not be there anymore, it might not be the same, it might be dead!! As long as you don't look it might be alive, it might be all right; remembering it, looking for it, will change that. We are scared to face that, all the inconvenience it might cause by being there or by not being. No, am not judging you, we are in the same boat here, for once everyone is... You thought you would be better off without it, didn't you? And for a while you were, weren't you? But in those moments when you are faced with life altering decisions, when you have to make a tough choice or in those when you stop for a while, when you find that little time for yourself, something nags you somewhere, doesn't it? You are not yourself anymore, you don't know it, yet you feel it...something's missing.... And it pains so much it hurts physically, but you have learned to numb it, after all you have years of practice... Am dismayed, disappointed, shattered, don't worry I have a lot of practice too...
