Mueng young mai dtong chorb gor marg gor daii na woie,

Kare pberd jai hai gun gor por

You don’t have to like me a lot right now,

but can you open your heart to me?

Why is it so often that the very thing we long for the most, is the most terrifying and difficult?
Through my art and writing it is my hope that I’ll be able to reach others so that no one has to feel alone. But sharing these things of myself leaves me feeling vulnerable. Exposed.

And it leaves me open to attacks. Or just to silence. Which one is worse?
Selina