Recoil.

Intimacy.

What makes us hide when we show too much?

Why do we recoil? 

Is it fear?

Insecurity?

Is insecurity simply the fear of intimacy?

I want to show myself, but I hate the recoil.

I hate the recoil, so I work against it.

The more I work against it, the less I recoil.

The less I recoil, the more intimate I can become.

But it's still hard.

Showing yourself requires that you allow someone to possibly critique you.

It requires that you let down every bit of your guard, that you give away the rights you have to your secrets. 

It requires that you simply be who you are.

And that's difficult beyond imagination. 

But I will let you see.

I will not look away, even when you're looking at all the junk. 

I will look you in the eyes and stare back at what you see.

And I will be stronger because of it.

{After all, it's only awkward if you make awkward.}

Carnal.

There's a point when everything becomes carnal.

Your mind lets go.

Your joints move with an unknown intensity.

You feel every little twitch of every muscle. 

The sound of your heartbeat pulsates through your finger tips.

And it's moments like this that you know you're alive. 

It's moments like this that remind you what's really real, what's truly important.

They can take away your pride, your reputation, all the things you hold dear, all those you love, but they cannot take away the realness of your carnality, the ferocity of your innate will.

And unless you let them, they cannot remove your humanness. 

Don't let them.