Needful Things

I did it again, and I loved it. I exposed myself. I don’t do it often enough, simply because time and circumstances get in the way.

It was just a quickie: a morning meeting that left me full of energy and hope. I felt the blood rush back into my muscles and the light flood into my chest.

Just one hour with a fellow creative mind made me feel the possibilities again. It’s an addiction which is far too infrequently satisfied. I NEED the exposure. In its absence, I wither. I need it more than I need food or water.

Must have exposure. Tear me open. Fill me up.

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