I've broken
through
many barries

but never

my own.

Wimp

  I am a wimp I guess, in may ways. The lines are set, the walls are built, the door is closed. All are welcome to leave, none is welcome to enter. I realised recently, I am so set on this belief, this expectation of disappointment, I am a romantic for everyone, except myself. Words either fail me or die on my lips, I feel as if I never reach across. Perhaps it's why I thirst to reach and touch, fingers brushing on skin, I shiver at the thought of this fragile connection - I've grown so disillusioned that I don't see anymore.
  I realised that nowadays I always make sure I can creep out of peoples lives silently, unnoticed, the sound of the door so subtle, low, they won't even realise it. I'm afraid of making an impact because then others will make on me too.
  There's too much doubt on who I've touched.
  We fear what we crave.