Originally posted on The Submission of Elle: “Come here.” What? Who’s talking to me? Sir. “Come here, now.” I slowly open my eyes. My mind still fuzzy with sleep so I can barely comprehend the command, yet somehow I manage to pull myself from underneath the comforter to crawl over to the edge of the…
"...Then you stand still and I'll show you me like you never knew." I love to lose myself in words and hope that someone else will discover those words and in a way discover me, the me I keep hidden from the world. (Oh yeah, the first part of that is a song lyric from my favorite songwriter/musician. Crediting him would probably give away my identity.