scissorgrinder

I tire, honestly, of the way in which we've pedestaled nonchalance. I don't care if I seem too eager, too desperate. If they do not hold—and show—the same earnest excitement to see, to speak, to hold me, why should I care to entertain them? We are taught not to "show our cards,' but I do not find this a game. It is pure human connection, and I do not believe it sin to care or yearn for another. Do away with your feign of apathy. Share wholly in one another. I cannot reconcile with the notion of a relationship formed at arms length—lend me your arms, as I would have them, and you may have mine.