Vulnerability is essential to living life fully. Without opening up, we are trapped within the image of ourselves, never real, breathing, flesh, feeling.
We need. We love. We play and fuck, let our desires show freely, undress. We reveal our skin, our true desires, our souls, ourselves.
We simply are who we are. And in the end, showing our hand too soon–or at all–is always a hazard. Sometimes it is a joy.
And sometimes it hurts.
But after all, we can only hope that we find strength in it, in never ceasing to believe in ourselves–or in love.