Gamophobia

Image by Rene Bohmer

I need a moment here, to demolish my walls, to unclothe and step out of my core and talk about this fear that’s bred inside of me since who knows when. 

How often do you stand core naked before somebody; as creatures assembled by words of confessions. How fatal are such encounters, how easy to be misread.

It’s like this fear sabotage our mind. You lose a connection with yourself, while you fail to see who you’re, you’re more you in those vulnerable moments than you’d ever be with anything else.

My fear breeds inside of me. A fear to share this life. A fear to not grow. No matter how irrational, the fears are there to stay. And I don’t know if that’s a good or a bad thing. 

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