Yes, I’m vulnerable.

 I feel a sensation running just below my skin,

a twitch of an itch, and my stomach is a touch uneasy, like a butterfly with

wings upside-down. Don’t call the paramedics. 

These are just my flags—markers that I’m about to enter a vulnerable

stage.

Vulnerability is my

reluctant partner in development.  I’ve

come to understand the nuances and remain patient. I call this my tentative

state, where a path doesn’t exist, there is no black or white, no right or

wrong, in fact, there is only colorful desire.

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