I don’t want to have to feel the weight of my public armor today. My skin is much too soft and the armor chafes the very essence of my being.
I don’t want to have to think, or plan, or analyze anything. Today, even if only for today, I do not want to have to have all the answers.
Oh please let the answers all find wings on their own. I have no desire to play hide and seek with them today while pretending that their capture is as natural and instantaneous as breathing.
I want to stay soft and let breath come to me in whispers as all the answers fly on fluttering wings away from my quiet heart.