Bare

You’re bare from birth till death. Why are you afraid now?

Consume your platter of grown-up fantasies with childlike faith. Know that you can have one and the other.

Don’t live for those who cage others while they themselves fly. Don’t pretend to be who you were taught.

You were made to embrace, not to constantly restrict. Find that balance.

Raise your head. The same shame you have is in him. The same softness. The same uncertainty.

Love is delicate and warm. It’s agonizing and bitter. But so are you. So is he.

Remove your outer layers. The ones tailored by imposters. Be free.