When I choose to be touched it can mean everything or nothing depending on which part of my brain is activated. For too long physical touch was not something positive. Being touched was a way of crushing something beautiful. There was a woman who I called, Grandma, who showed me that not all touches were the same. When I choose to be touched now and let it mean everything, it is with someone for whom everything is being presented back at me.
I don't choose that very often. Most of the time I'm still trying to overcome what I learned while I was very young. Most of the time I don't like being touched at all and yet it is a basic human experience that sustains and nurtures us.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
