Fellow travellers

Sunday, January 8, 2012

It's cold out here......

When we were kids n cudn't speak n felt insecure n wanted to be loved n caressed, all we had to do was stand in front of an elder n just hold out our arms, we were sure to be hugged n comforted. But now dat we have grown up n have extended vocabulary, we fear becoming more insecure at d discovery of rejection of our held out arms, and prefer silently adding our insecurities to the fire dat shapes our egos.