Strength in Delicacy

I’ve always admired the will it takes for one to be soft, the way you take off all the perfectly mastered layers of survival abilities and just let someone touch you, touch the very core of your existence, caress the thing that makes you happiest, kiss away your shortcomings and then you just lay there naked, unashamed and drowning in a sea of grooming love.

I’ve never known another way to be; i forbid a man with weight on his shoulders putting his head up high when all he wants to do is be walked through the halls with his hands held tight, and given room to cry, scream and pour out.

I would scorn a woman who has so perfectly tailored her life to societal rules that she forgets underneath all the titles she now wears as blouses, she is still a nurturer, a natural one and should only give care, the kind that grows you.

It is the people who are not afraid to be human, to be tender and to just “be” that are the unsung heroes....