Just a way.
Away.
Away from you, away from me.
Being away is like starting off fresh,
Like hopping out of a steaming shower in the dead of winter,
That wave of coldness, unfamiliarity.

Like, you’re naked,
It’s lonely, but it’s you.
It’s like, you know it’s better but now you have to warm up to the differences,
All the differences;
Meeting new people is like drying your hair,
At first we want to seem collected,
But later when we feel comfortable,
We let them see our wet hair,
Our wild side,
What’s underneath all the beauty,
What’s natural,
What’s real,
With what you wish you could have started.

Still you.
Only better,
Natural,
Open,
Free even.

Free to say what you want,
Do what you like,
Act as you choose.

Shivering is like finally being able to cuddle up next to someone,
Not worried about if you’ll snore or drool on the way into your slumber,
It’s being comfortable where you are, seems a paradox.
Shivering is what you do without thinking,
It’s how your body reacts before you take control,
It brings a body comfort,
When you cuddle with another being it’s as if you’re allowing them to take you over,
In a good way of course,
You feel like your world is complete,
Like if it ended nothing would change,
The arms wrapped around all of you become your walls,
And nothing can get you while inside.
You can live without them,
But feeling the warmth and life in someone is enough to sustain you,
Once you leave that bed, once you stop shivering,
You realize you are your own warmth.