To Eat the Fruit or Not

by Onu Oremun

Explicit exposure can explain extrinsic expressions. There is nothing left but me.  Even though I chose to be this way, in the pit of my stomach a thousand butterflies flutter. I begin to regret my decisions. Why expose yourself this way?  Why give way to judgment, vulnerability, possible rejection? Because underneath the layers, we are all the same.  Though, the light may hit us different ways. And to be totally free, this is what one must do. The thought of freedom soothes me. I even feel edgy knowing every movement is uncensored. Raw, rough, ripe, reborn as if I entered a world untainted by man. My senses cry out as they awaken to the surroundings. Ils sont libérés également. And let them be free.

Why do most humans hide themselves under someone else’s opaque wall? Like temperature, there is always some kind of control.  Do what you must to overcome it. Find another body to keep warm on those cold nights. Climb a tree with roots deep and growing. Or catch a drifting cloud way up in the sky.