. . . gateway of being, let me awaken, dawning,/ let me see the countenance of this day,/ let me see the countenance of this night,/ all things communicate and are transfigured,/ arch of blood, gateway of hearts beating,/ take me to the far side of this night,/ where I am you are us, take me to/ the homeland of the interwoven pronouns.
I've wasted a lot of time in my life. I've thought too much about what people will say or what they're gonna think. And sometimes it's over silly things like going to the grocery store or going to the post office. But there have been times when I really stopped myself from doing something special. All because I was scared someone might look at me and decide I wasn't good enough.