But you really don’t. You don’t need to. You don’t want to be in there. Where I don’t need to be filtered but am. Where my heart doesn’t have a say. Where I can be me. The deepest, darkest parts of me. The parts you don’t want.
That might be the cruelest thing. From a friend, lover, or family: “I wish I could-” because I wish you didn’t. Because you don’t want to hear, not how I truly feel, but the way my fear speaks. The gentle caress that chills your spine. The earth moving revelations. The heart shattering voids. The whispers that are lies. The truth behind the curtain that is not the truth at all. “I wish I could be in your head, for just a minute. Just to understand your distant looks.”
But even I wish for escape.