• whitewings 87w

    On one hand, it was liberating. On the other... embarrassing... to be so transparent, so vulnerable. I had always been the one who took pride in the fact that I was an open book... written in a language, known only to a few. It was endearing, exhilarating, embarrassing to suddenly find so many of my tribe... who knew the very same language that I had known. It was awkward to suddenly find myself naked... before so many. I wasn't used to it. Though it felt liberating... because I had nothing to hide anymore. What had been written centuries ago, was finally being read. At the same time it also made me feel vulnerable in a way I had never felt before. And I found myself swinging between the desire to close the book or let them read more.