There is something about water. The ocean, the waves, the sound, the sway, the ebb, and flow. It goes every which way because it can and there’s nothing anybody can do about it either. Its freedom. Water is Freedom.
He was exposed; already naked. He told me it was my turn to strip. I hesitated, then loosened my shoulders, removing the weight of the world. He told me to keep going. So, I slowly turned around as my insecurities fell to the floor. He told me to keep going. So, I walked toward him,Continue reading “S T R I P”