When do I feel the most vulnerable?
The weakest?
When do all my philosophies seep out from my pores and disappear into thin air?
When do I empty myself of all the intellect I have strengthened through years of education and experience?
When does my claim for independence and power hit me back in the face?
When I miss you.
I lose my grasp on dignity.
I succumb to my feelings.
You fill me up.
Because my heart’s filled with love.
But my head’s empty.
*I love you just the same*
[phiLo]
