Twilight Zone

He lives in the Twilight Zone. Does not allow any contact to the outter world, hardly breaths. Arms around his chest as a protection, does not allow himself to love. Fear. He fears what's unknown, possible. Closes himself to the world, so the world cannot hurt him.
From the place he hides, he gets only flashes of love. He does not give himself, neither opens his heart. He leaves behind him smiles, carresses, tenderness, only cause he fears he can't live without them. He thinks that he will not miss what he does not know. In his troubled mind, he imagines he had loved once, when he tried to take a glance outside the Twilight Zone. He is mistaken. All he had was a breath of love, a subtle taste of feeling. He is tied inside a coccon made by himself, from where he controls his tiny universe.
He gives up before trying, he can't take the risk. Fear. Relationships bound, bounds are bridges, and bridges can be taken by imaginary armies, that can destroy his false security.
Fear. He thinks that the real world can be touched by hands. That what you get is what you see. World made of shadows. Never knew what true love means.
Maybe someday he will dare to chalenge this fear, stepping out of the jail he lives in. Then, he will know the pleasure of being taken, invaded, touched.
On this day, the sun will be shinier, and he will look to the stary night as to a blanket of light, and will see beyond. He will see the woman who will be his love, to whom he will offer himself, not as an enemy to be conquered or feared, but as a trusted friend for the pathway. And the pathway outside the Twilight Zone will have stones and flowers, they won't be relevant. The important thing is that he will be whole and not a secluded specter, wraped in shadows. He will shine as light.  

Star... 9:43 AM