hidden place

Sometimes when I want to show the world who I really am… the biggest, brightest, purest, softest, swirliest, warmest, shimmery, dink’a’ doo I love you part of myself, I just can’t. I become so self-aware, measured. I’m so overwhelmed with the desire to be as pure as possible I begin to question everything. Even now as I write this, the pressure from the awareness to project the superlative version of myself is so intense that it irreversibly begins to block my pure thought. As the awareness of the pressure reaches the conscious mind, I feebly hold onto the miserable dripplet of my primal self…of the glitter wand limited edition identity.