there are moments when shyness is a raft, cast adrift in the sea, never quite reaching shore.

ok. i get the “never quite reaching shore” part, but what makes shyness a raft? I don’t get it.

shyness is a weight. it weighs almost as much as the sea, except that it’s a sea that you wear on your head.

i guess that sort of makes more sense, but… 

shyness is a pasture with an invisible electric fence. there’s a lot of grass to graze upon, which is nice, but sometimes you just want to visit the neighboring pasture. at the same time, you realize it might be more comfortable to stay in the pasture where you are.

um…. 

shyness is  jail cell with invisible bars. the warden has fallen asleep, and he’s wearing headphones and a sleep mask. so you can easily escape, and you try. but you still have to figure out how to work your way through the bars before the warden awakens.

i think you more or less said the same thing with that electric fence metaphor, except for the pasture part. and who is the warden? is that like your sub-conscious? Is it me? Am I the warden?

ok… how about this one? shyness is a loaded gun that’s aimed at yourself, except that it only shoots feathers. and most of the time it misses its target.

um …  i have no idea what that means.

maybe it’s a squirt gun that only shoots steam.

 you’ve completely lost me. but i like that last one the best.

i guess i’ll keep working on this.