I usually do not speak of the things that I write here in person.
They are on deeper processing levels than the average superficial politeness engaged between people allows room for.
To love me is to truly know and see me – to want that which is broken just as much as that which still retains its radiance.
But I have no idea how to break the silence to reach out, find, and bridge to someone prospectively designed for me.
On the surface, who I am presents a facade of intent direction and confused perplexion that hides behind an inclusive smile.
Not much of an ice breaker, and if pressured, I revert to autopilot.
Candid Corvid Productions 