Touch

To be open, in tune, in touch, receptive, is a wondrous and strange state.  All of the things race at you like warp speed stars, starting as dots, becoming comets,  In and out, some click and stay, others rush towards a place that you will never visit, a world for other people who you will never meet.  Today I feel like a skinned rabbit, in danger of everything sticking to my body, nothing sent away.  The barrage of information can overwhelm on days like this.  This nakedness is like a spot light, if I venture out it will turn in on me and everyone will know how vulnerable I am.  And as I fear, I also hope that within the mob is an answer, a friend, my love, my muse.