How shall I hold on to my soul, so that it does not touch yours?

How shall I lift it gently up over you on to other things?

I would so very much like to tuck it away

among long lost objects in the dark, in some quiet, unknown place,

somewhere which remains motionless when your depths resound.

~Rainer Maria Rilke

Sometimes I think I will always be that little girl hiding in her closet, afraid to feel the outside world. Pushed back into the farthest corner, sweat plastering my hair to my forehead, trying to tuck away part of myself "among long lost objects in the dark, in some quiet unknown place." hiding in the darkness measuring my breaths as if the number of them might add up to a different total than the sum of the day's events.