layers

There are layers upon layers to an onion and it takes tears and force before finally all those layers are peeled away, leaving behind...an onion - naked, bare, exposed. There is so much more to it but very often it is overlooked, marked as insignificant to many wandering eyes. There are just so many times, on so many different occasions, that the onion finally feels like standing up for itself, to actually make a difference in life, to show others, no, to show itself, that "Hey, I can do this, for what is there to fear?" I tell you - everything. It is fearful of everything. Therefore, its oblivion to this world is all because of those layers upon layers upon layers upon...

...those layers are none other than my shyness. And I absolutely detest this.

“ 如果你愿意一层一层一层的剥开我的心

你会鼻酸，你会流泪

只要你能听到我 看到我的全心全意”