I think sometimes, we need that one other person.
The one other person who doesn't know your heart.
Who doesn't know your secrets.
Then tell them everything.
Open up the treasure chest.
Show them the gems, and the shards of glass and the rocks and the sand.
Expose it all.
Tell them to take some away.
To share it with you.
So that it's not all yours.
Because you can't handle the weight.
Because you can't keep it anymore.
It'll take courage.
It'll take trust.
It'll take imagination.
But sometimes, we need that one other person.
The outsider.
The alien.
To take everything away.
To leave only a little behind.
So that we,
our hearts,
our spirits,
can start anew.
