Words

I have a hard time letting things go. Not getting over things, just letting them go. It takes me so long to let people in, I tend to hold on hard and fast when time inevitably changes circumstances. I have another blog that's just for me. And truthfully, the few posts on it are so much better. The writing unabashedly tells the full story and captures the gritty emotions that exist in anything worth reading. But I can't share them with anyone. Even though I wrote them a year ago, it still feels too soon. I am scared that in another year those words will still be too tender to share--that I haven't brushed myself off and found new things to experience and write about. I am terrified of ensnaring myself in yesteryear.