in the shadows

There is something delicate about writing. Not as in writing. But as in writing. Somehow you open yourself for the world to devour you. Tis' as if you are cut wide open for the world to see your every emotion. Every high, every low, everything. You are left vulnerable. But it is a decision you make yourself. Maybe because you want to be devoured. Maybe it is better to leave the possibility for someone to judge you. For the possibility that someone out there will fancy what they see, will overshadow the ones that do not appreciate the sight. Because hope will always be there. Even in the darkest times. Perhaps you will not admit to it. But it will be there in the shadows, tantalizing you, the hope. So you let yourself be cut wide open for everyone to see. And you hope for someone to see you.