I can't comfortably find the courage to confide in her.

But I'm ashamed that I don't hessitate to reside in her... with her.

Willing to let the days number, waste away the heartbeats that tick the urgency of thunder

Why?

Fear can be lethal. When we forget we're equals, we dead-bolt the doors to our heart, and install a peep-hole. Under the silly illusion, that we're in control, of what's outside.

The love I know, walks through closed doors, and opens closed minds from the inside. Enabling us to see because we're blind on the inside.

Confide.

Confiding helps to decipher the abstract imagery that we mistake for the clarity of life. Simple things, like why you think you tick, what makes you sick, short-term solutions for a quick fix... all made clear.

Confide.

Confide, don't hide. Besides when your days conclude, how can you honestly say you tried?

Concede... sometimes.

Just being right, may halt the process of clarity and the progress of charity. Right can be empty... simply, fullness comes from underrated and understated connection between friends. Subjected to disect instead of blend.