before I step out into public, I lock my opinions in a safe that resides deep within the ridges of my brain. I wear a sweet smile to mask the dull pain radiating throughout my body.
but when I enter my safe space, I strip myself of that smile, and look my pain in the eye. I dig into the ridges of my brain to grab and unlock the safe. I welcome my vulnerability in all its undisguised nakedness.
I strongly suggest that you put on a vest and maybe some pants nobody wants to see what is dangling from your people tree I think it would be best if you got yourself dressed it's a sensible request before your arrest!
I wrote this in response to a horrible prompt word
Resurrected, I arose for mornings thick with lust and love and caffeine and naked kisses And again, when night came I did too, and fell sweetly, sinfully prey to the small death ushered in with a grand symphony of your name
:: There is place in my mind Where my thoughts can wander freely, Once they stop inspecting themselves So very very CLOSELY; A place where they can dance Naked around the living room, Unencumbered by attention To detail, to the opposite of detail, To the opposite of the opposite of detail. : The tricky part is that to find this place I must get lost looking for it; Only ever realising that I was there Once I am no longer where ...Intention meets in-attention... ::
‘Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.’ - Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters