digging around in your dirty
not the linen, but the fiercely guarded dark corners of your heart.
the (figurative) morning-after walk of shame is often infinitely worse.
have we fallen so far from authentic exchanges of ourselves with another?
i wonder when the concept of ‘defence mechanisms’ took root in human interaction; and if the invention of the term heralded the normalization of its practice.
the hopeful part of it, is on the rare occasion, the bright light that exposes the dark, can also be warm.
