a thousand dollars for your kiss, fifty cents for your soul

exposure. not in a headline kind of way, more of a "here, i put my bare neck in front of you, will you please not bite it" - sort of thing. sharing what's not shallow comments and silly jokes, the parts that keep you from falling asleep, the things that kill even the slightest possibility of making your hangover sunday useful, the thoughts that make you want to bang your head against a wall, sleep and never get up again, freeze time or make it fly, the restlessness that haunts you and makes nothing feel ok, what is definitely not your most easy side to swallow for a new acquaintance. we all fear it. the exposure. we all fear it, and we all want it, for the second we stick our necks out and someone doesn't bite we know, know that this particular someone wishes us no harm. still we hide. some behind the comfort of their own petulance, others behind their bluntness - stating their honesty when in fact it's just an outer layer concealing the real truth, some even behind their happy smiles. i know a song with the lyrics "you came to be heard, i came to answer your call", to me that is the most loving words you could ever say to someone. that you are there to listen, not to speak, not to judge, not to go away, to stay and hear them out. that is love in its utter form, and we don't let it in. be loved.