Bare.

Quiet. In the quiet is when our deepest, truest thoughts and fears emerge. In that palpable, dark silence sits my honesty. The facade has withered throughout the day, and the naked self is exposed. Why in this exposure lies my fear? Vulnerable. Lonely. Bare. A heart that is broken and scorned, yet willing to love deep and strong. Scared to be lonely forever. Fragile in the darkness. Still in the silence.