NAKED
There are few people in our lives who usher us to become emotionally naked. Isn’t it horrifying? Being naked, with the prospect of inkling shame that the future might incarcerate? Nakedness of your soul and all that it has withered, Nakedness of your body and all the scars that it has perceived, and Nakedness of your mind and all that it has braced up.
Isn’t it horrifying to let someone become so inseparable from your existence that you allow them to actually see your innermost damaged pieces and the enraptured phases, your potential dreams and your helpless disappointments, your dawns and dusks and everything else that brought happiness and despair in our lives, throughout our lives.
And then one day you might find yourself dressing up your nakedness, exposed and completely drenched in shame. Isn’t it horrifying?
