...if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
naked
stripped down naked
until there is nothing but bare bones
scraping across hard wooden floors
forgotten dreams and shattered glass promises
spine fence keeping out
love letter writers
the furnace is broken
but that's not why
she's so cold so cold so cold.
being naked before another person is hard to do, even more so mentally. when we are naked we cannot hide our shames, our secrets. the thought of being naked before anyone means we have lost our covering and can feel the world instead of the warmth of our protective little bubble. but there is something rewarding about it too. once naked, once cold...the other person can help cover you up, either with their love or by shaming you to put back on our metaphorical clothes. regardless we learn more about our selves and with that knowledge we learn how to "knit" new clothes for ourselves.
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being naked before another person is hard to do, even more so mentally. when we are naked we cannot hide our shames, our secrets. the thought of being naked before anyone means we have lost our covering and can feel the world instead of the warmth of our protective little bubble.
but there is something rewarding about it too. once naked, once cold...the other person can help cover you up, either with their love or by shaming you to put back on our metaphorical clothes. regardless we learn more about our selves and with that knowledge we learn how to "knit" new clothes for ourselves.
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