My heart is on the surface of my skin. I’m not sure it belongs entirely to me anymore. I’m not sure it ever really has.
I’m not as interested in being safe as I used to be. I want more to be vulnerable. I want more to be alive, to be moved to tears by the beauty of this world, and that of my own humanity.
This moment is precious to me. I have had so many precious moments lately.
I like being soft before people. I like feeling my heart open to them, and watching as the reflection of my heart appears in their gaze and the tears that well there. I like the smiles our faces show, and the communion that happens in the space in between them.
I have no desire right now to be guarded. I want to give myself away. I want to let myself be free.