I sometimes get some sort of bizarre inspiration to write about my feelings. Something soul baring which I normally cant express in words. I rarely ever share those thoughts or writings. I keep them on pages folded up and tucked into some old box. I found a diary that I wrote while still at school, and it was so embarrassing to read it again.
To place something here in the open. Where anyone and everyone can read it. Its odd really. Specially considering the weirdo’s who sometimes spy on me.
Just the thought of sharing things like that brings back memories of feelings I got whenever I had a certain nightmare.
I suddenly find myself in a place like Paddington station. Where every person would just walk along their well trodden path, happily in their little world sustained by ipods and headphones. I suddenly shake them out of their comfortable realms all with my bare naked body. Yes. I’m in Paddington station completely naked. I get the kind of looks that make a person wonder whether they’ve intruded. Maybe even that I’m from some strange unknown species on display.
I hated that feeling so much.
I wonder why I dreamt that so often? I haven’t had that dream for ages now.
Still, I can’t expose myself like that on here.
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