The aspect of writing for a public with which I struggle the most, is the ability to “erase” the interlink between myself and my fruition, let it mold to others, according to their point of view, experience, and emotion, let others shape my words to their liking, in order for them to personally install a connection to the text, for it to become relatable.
Inexplicably, I find it really hard to disconnect from my creations, because, in a sense (in every sense possible), they have a little bit of me (the whole of me) in them. It would mean to alienate and abandon a part of myself which has been bound to me ever since it was born, leave to the judgement of others my fragile words, that are now no longer mine, but are possession of whoever reads them and connects with them. I find it difficult and nearly impossible, to share a text charged with personal sensations, and let others see through it, see through me. I myself am perhaps too afraid of seeing through me. This timidness, this extreme fear of feeling exposed, leads me to think that maybe, there are pieces of myself I should not share, because they might change the view others have of me, however, this is why I constantly push myself to do it. I force myself out my warm tavern of self-reassurance and acceptance, I let myself get hit by the outside cold.
