Maybe he opened a door to myself that I’d never seen and that’s why I got scared.
I got scared of myself.
The girl I could be when I’m around him.
The girl I could be when I look through the door, inside the box inside of me I didn’t know was there.
Inside the box I am what I usually am not.
Now I know of the box, I don’t open the door.
The box is closed & there.
There & mysterious but mysterious & scary.
The truest self is the scariest part of you.
Do I want to know?
I know of the box, is that enough?
“Los sueños buscan el mayor peligro.”
Copyright Hannah Knaack-Völker
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