At the dinner party, I stand surrounded by small talk. I feel suffocated by the noise of idle chit-chat. Hours pass before I make my escape knowing little of those I have met. The lady in pink spoke non-stop of her life but not of the sadness lurking in her eyes. I do not know why the older man’s eyes twinkle. Today, I declare no more. I will no longer play your game of charades. I lay down my shield and openly share my heart. Meet me at my soul, come as you are. I welcome all.