Connecting

Not sure how to express what I'm thinking. This conveys it far more eloquently than I could ever manage:

"Sometimes I feel as though there's this hidden country inside me, a landscape that's going to remain forever unexplored because I can't make a normal connection with another human being, with someone who might map it out for me. It's my land, it belongs to me, but I'm denied access to it. The only way I could ever see it is through the eyes of someone outside this body of mine, through the eyes of someone who loves me.

I think we all have these secret landscapes inside us, but I don't think that anybody else ever thinks about them. All I know is that no one ever visits mine, and when i'm with other people, I don't know how to visit theirs."

-Charles de Lint, from The Wishing Well