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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?
A lot of booze?
ReplyDelete@Ellie: I don't drink at all. Anymore. So unless you count the trace amount of alcohol in my occasional bottle of kombucha tea, that's a no. :-)
ReplyDeleteHello. And Bye.
ReplyDeleteGood answer! I am drinking too much (not in an abusive alcoholic way ... in a functional way, but a too much for me ... I feel it bad for me way ... wine is my vice ... I need to give it up, but here is not the place for me ... it's for you! xxx)
ReplyDelete@Ellie: vice or crutch? Mine is coffee and tea - wherever I am, there is either a mug of piping hot stuff or a take-out cup nearby. And the ubiquitous bottle of water that looks suspiciously like something for kiddults, nipple and all. Google the thing called "bobble" and avert your eyes... ;-) x
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