|I received flowers in Lego format|
Naked, with the insides of my head exposed as emotions, perception and knowledge collide?
Naked, with my chest ripped open, heart beating for survival, unashamedly begging to be loved?
Naked, with my vulnerability as only cover, yearning to belong?
Do you have any idea what it takes?
Nakedness bothers. Showing too much heart is still as frowned upon as showing too much flesh. It offends. It often leads to labels, boxes and ultimately rejection. It threatens, because exposure is something we're conditioned to avoid rather than seek.
But nakedness is the only way you will ever get to know all of me so you can love me wholly, thoroughly.
No matter how many times my nakedness still alienates me from you, it is also what brings us together, day after day, word after word, action after action.
And yet, do you have any idea what it takes for me to stand naked in front of you, world?