How to Disappear

At full height, standing tall, everything seems perfect. It’s not until you sink down low that you can see the flaws. From my perspective, it’s hard to see anything but the flaws.

It’s ludicrous how easily and without warning I can be sent spinning. Every emotion, every fear, hovers dangerously close to the surface. I’m so focused on protecting myself from hurt, I have no idea what to do with kindness.