To Be Frank

I've always been summarizing, in a way, my feelings and my thought processes in this space. It's sort of become just a place to document the sediment of a day/week/month/event filtered down to its last drop; of the crux of all things emotional.

Well to be frank it's not like I have plenty to say anyways. But sometimes I get days (or nights) like these where I just want to unleash in the form of words, spew out every little secret, psychoanalyse my shit all the while acting as though I am the most put together person found on planet earth. Don't worry...I'm not losing it. It's just sometimes I feel as though I dare not be open, to let people in on what I truly feel. Even the people I hold close - they are allowed only to scrape the surface of my thoughts, my anger, my issues, my crush, my disappointments. And I wonder, truly wonder, how people can let themselves be that vulnerable, even if it's with just the one person they call confidante. Most of the time I'm envious of that, of being able to be in such a place of vulnerability. 

I'm sure even my best friend in the whole wide world would know how little I tell her, and how buried deep the true extent of the things I share with her are. Ooh, sounds like some serious and massive issues in the pipelines but, nah, it's just some things I wish I could be frank and honest about, that's all. She is, to date, still the one I tell the most to though.

So, I just have days where I don't want to hide, where I don't feel like masking things. One day I would love to share bits and pieces of myself without overthinking the consequences, without assumptions and without speculation of its outcome. Some day it will be with that one person I trust beyond everything in the world.

Hopefully, then, I wouldn't be too scared to let it go.