Well that's easy.
What do I want? I have no idea. I know what I think I once liked. But somehow its been hidden from me, stolen by something or someone. I've been robbed, stripped bare, left fully exposed, raw and trembling. What I don't want...? Well that's easy. I don't want to feel trapped every where i go. I don't want to feel scared every minute im awake. I don't want to have my life robbed of me. I don't want to shutter and cringe all day waiting if something might come up that makes me uncomfortable. Waiting, waiting, preparing to keep myself safe. I don't want to sweat, to shake, to tremble to quiver inside every minute at the possibility. I don't want to imagine horrible things that will happen to me. I don't want to feel off centre and tilting, shaking, swaying in the wind, unbalanced on my own two feet. I don't want to think about the easiest way out, the safest route to my safety or to help, all the while ignoring the conversations happe...