The Gift of Imperfection

I soften
And
Melt.
I reach out
And 
Touch
Another.
I am authentic.
I am frightened.
I am free.

heat

join me?

up, up, and away

stepping out

at work

sentinel

the end

going down

easy

Trapped

You dress yourself up in so many disguises,

Saying how well you are caring for me, how well you are protecting and shielding me.

And each sincere sentence slices off another sliver of me.

Wearing that smiling mask of care and concern, you advise ...

Don’t do that, do this.

Play by the rules.

Be good and reliable and predictable.

Don’t show who you really are,

They’ll only snigger behind their hands at how boring you are

Keep pretending ... its better that way.

autumn

let's muck around in boats

come look with me

come fly with me