Naavidya

to him; you are afraid of phonecalls. you are afraid of your own voice, and opening your ribcage to let your heart come live on your sleeve. you are afraid of living without caffeine or alcohol, whatever the day calls for; you are afraid of being real without laughing afterwards, becoming everything you worked so hard to get away from, acknowledging all that you still are. know this: I am afraid of loud noises. I am afraid of honesty and drowning, people I don’t know and words I won’t say. I am afraid of growing old and living alone and you not accepting me. I am afraid of myself. In that, we are the same. to her; I have the