the soft hairs on your belly know no order. neither do your thoughts. why do you deny this mess. why do you push away your imperfections rather than greet them with open arms. is it him. has he made you conceal all that is aflame. you are a volcanic eruption. a lunar eclipse. a lion’s roar. unlearn this need to apologize for the way your nature bursts. what has he made of you. what have you let him make of you. ask yourself. is this the way that you want to be loved?