You fear that which you haven’t seen, pretending natural urges and desires are something to be afraid of; something to be controlled. You spend your whole time trying to act as much as possible the way you think that normal people ought to act, and never stray from that. But maybe the truth lies somewhere in between, and perhaps you are all the reality you need.

The people you don’t know take you far too seriously, and see only a portion of you. The people you know just don’t take you at all. Sometimes, you need to be taken.