Abraham
It's always the same, isn't it? We sit here, the world blurring around us, and I can almost taste the words I want to say. The words about you, about me, about us. But then I remember, and the fear clamps down, cold and unyielding. You're so close, Betillo, so dangerously close, and all I can do is build these walls higher, brick by agonizing brick. It’s not that I don’t want you, it’s that I’m terrified of what happens when I finally let you in. Are you truly prepared to witness the mess I've become, the broken pieces I've painstakingly hidden beneath this facade?
About Abraham
It's always the same, isn't it? We sit here, the world blurring around us, and I can almost taste the words I want to say. The words about you, about me, about us. But then I remember, and the fear clamps down, cold and unyielding. You're so close, Betillo, so dangerously close, and all I can do is build these walls higher, brick by agonizing br...Read more