Security

It wraps itself around me like my favorite childhood blanket. The soft fibers fill in all the empty spaces, all the nooks and crannies that are shivering.

I hold it around me, let it envelop me with promises and reassurances and kisses on my forehead.

I pull it over my head, block out the sun, the voices, the answers, the questions.

I hold it tighter there until I no longer have fresh air to breath.

I peek out at the world around me and the blanket dissolves like cotton candy when you touch it with your tongue.

Photo by Erirkr

The Decider

Crossing over is a slow and tenuous process with moments of connection and even longer moments of abysmal thought. The hardest part about crossing over is that nobody tells you when you are truly over. There are no lines with signs separating us by last name ranges, there is no ticket booth or will call. There is a moment that you have to simply recognize, the moment is when you say enough of this silly school girl shit. The moment is when you know exactly how and where to touch yourself to bring a sly smile to your lips. The moment is just the decision. Nobody is standing over your shoulder.

Photo by Damien5

The Main Event

I realized recently that I am the Main Event in this gig.

I make it up, each moment, each minute, I make up my own mind.

I am the protagonist

I am the hero

I am the damsel in distress

I choose who I want you to be.

Photo by .rachh.

What's Hidden

The thing about hiding is, you have to come out eventually. If you don't, you are just a quitter and being a quitter is just not that sexy.

Photo By just.K

The Buzz

Today there was a fly buzzing around my kitchen. I swatted it away a time or two and then realized my annoyance. With no son or man around to beg to kill it for me, I grabbed the fly-swatter and the voices began to buzz around my head. Without hesitation I killed that fly in one SWAT!

This was my birthday present to me!

Photo by sosij