“I dont like to hide. I dont like to play superficial phony games. I want to stop playing them. I want ti be genuine and spontaneous and me, but you've got to help me. you've got to hold out your hand even when thats the last thing I seem to want. only you can wipe away from my eyes the bland stare of the breathing dead. only you can call me into aliveness. each time you're kind and gentle and encouraging, each time you try to understand because you really care, my heart begins to grow wings, very small wings, very feeble wings, but wings! with your power to touch me into feeling you can breathe life into me. I want you to know that. WHO AM I, YOU MAY WONDER…”
