23 february

How closely one is guarded by the fear: that upon becoming near to someone, our true selves will break through, and our dirty water will muddy itself all over them, erupting quick and irrepressable like unfortunate cat vomit, and they will turn away in disgust. only it never quite works like that-- rather-- our water is never as dirty as we imagine it to be, and how free we are when we break open the bottle.... so uncaged, and unswollen. how free.