step lightly

I’ve completely forgotten how to bare my soul. To anyone.  At any time.

I think if I’d give a gentle tug to any aspect of myself-so delicately knitted and loosely tied off– I’d unravel, into a mess of colors and textures. My aquamarine would mix with my crimson. My neon with my nearly faded. My rose petals with my thorns. My frustration would mix with my calm facade and i’d swirl into a tornado and tear my little world right down.

I’d tear it down.