Disclaimer: Star Trek doesn't belong to me.
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The Naked Time
Even as I speak, it is a lie
for I can feel my control…slipping…away…
and sudden emotions like a bottle
uncorked…
and I don't…I can't…
"I am in control of my emotions."
I'm not.
not now.
Love
preoccupies my mind—
my mother…how lonely she must have been…
the loneliness I feel now. A stranger…if only I could have told her
that I loved her…
was that too much to ask?
how could I have been so…
so….
he comes in now. My Captain,
my friend.
a friendship I can't acknowledge even to myself.
because it makes me feel ashamed.
He is trying to tell me something,
but I interrupt…
because if I do not say these things now, they will never be
said.
because I want him to know…
because I want someone to understand.
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