I used to think vulnerable meant you could get hurt fast. I used to think it meant your skin was thin—anything could hurt; it was a weakness. I used to think expressing myself transparently would break me down.
Public speaking is scarier than death. I’m personally more worried about forgetting what the hell I have to say. Heaven’s no.
I die a little every time I see my cousins face again.
Every time the mother of my children’s face appears on a video and it’s like I remember from a different time and headspace.
“I just died in your arms tonight, it must’ve been something you said”
I die sorting through footage of the last XX amount of years.
….
If you knew what I knew.
If you saw what I saw.
Death would’ve became a fear, then a friend, then a welcoming.
I love life but aren’t some of your favorite people victim to the worst fear people have.
Will you be strong in that moment or vulnerable?
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