On cradles and perches (Patreon)

It's funny how vulnerable naked feels. How a 50 foot cliff on either side of your cradle makes it feel like a perch. How you find yourself grasping at the rocks on either side of you with each gust of wind, despite the stability of the rock you've snuggled into. 

As I climbed up, clothed, my heart barely fluttered, but upon removing those layers of false security, the same steps felt treacherous. 

It's funny how attached we become to those few scraps of polyester and cotton.