Enclosed, hidden away, isolated from reality.

Covered, shrouded, swallowed by darkness.

Lifeless, dormant, silent to all…

What could possibly make all those things, those descriptions, come up in open waters…so completely bare?

Perhaps, it is that of human nature which is being told of in such detail.

Acceptance, fitting in, yearning to find comfort within the arms of connection.

The everlasting grip of personality…of broken pieces of a torn soul…the stories that lie behind each and every scar upon the heart…

The pages to the book are kept unopened for a lock binds the covering shut.

Now…bring forth a new light…pull forward to the sea of humanity.

Uncovered, individual, vibrant, lifelike.

Pure, whole, there for all to see.

Spring open the lock, read the endless stream of words that spread across the leaflets filled with ink.

Connections, links, knots of warmth and love.

Healing being, a process that shall never come to an end.

Exposed to reality, exposed to humanity, exposed to the elements of life.

Finally, exposure to experience the life and adventure of dreams.

Maybe, just maybe, being exposed isn’t such a bad thing…