Something changes when we’re alone, there’s something too private to even share with those around us who don’t speak the language. So, we remain silent or attempt dead end conversations. When we’re around others conversations flow easily. We appear as though we’re just friends and get along with the group. As they disappear our masks fall apart and our true compatibility shows. If you can call it that. Why do we need true privacy before our real selves show? It’s almost as if there’s three us’. Us friends, us broken people and us two halves of a whole. What are we afraid of? Not each other, clearly. Does it really matter how others see us? Whatever ‘us’ might entail…


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