So I feel raw...

so open...it is too cold....
so exposed...people don't want to look
so eager...they run away


It pulses in me...the thought of belonging...to something.

I should be celebrating myself, but to do it alone seems silly.

You are celebrated, when people love you...just the way you are.

I'm not sure what they are seeing, but I wish I could see it...so celebrating me could come on cue.

There is a sense of rawness that can not be ignored nor numbed.

all I can do is sit with it.

kreature