I hide from the world sometimes
Afraid that its touch could bruise or open up prior scars
Scared that the gasoline I socked my cloth in could ignite from the slightest of flames.
I put up walls as defenses
And stack pillows behind me terrified of the fall if or when life decides to sweep the rug from under my feet
There is comfort in where I stand, way up the turret
Where the only fear comes from the thought of plummeting down the cliff and on to the rocky shore
But other times the world seduces me in to its embrace
And I let it
I let it obscure me with its infinite experiences along with all its unexpected incidents
Ravaging amongst its peculiar treasures
Touch seizes to just be a simple caress of my skin atop another but rather the explosion of my sense
Shattering yet exhilarating
Fracturing, digging its way from the inside out
And it makes me consider, perhaps these are the times where the void is as thin as paper
And my finger translucent against its barricade
Because the ocean that suffocated me before
Lets me thrive in its core