For the Wizard of OZ --------------------------- Paradoxes we are, lean into the light, ego traps like thick fog. "Nobody ever loves you if you are always being somebody else" is the truth, don't I so know it. Be in your moment, express it, who cares what anyone else thinks. You are seen and a relief to me, you are so beautiful, so honest, so perfectly human, and with a soul that shines light into people. You need to make love with someone who can see you in and out, who will touch your body, caress and safe, free, love, passion, true touch. To fall far and reawake in the dark of winter when we are supposed to be asleep, depressed, to know you are not crazy or perfect, (I fell all the way down, I know it is true) that you are loved for your imperfectness, dark and light, both caressed, make love with her, free in your body real with the touch of another. Love then is truth in body, not just the ego, the soul then exists. Eyes like owls look with love upon you, allow yourself to know it here. The internet creates projection: you feel it always, your words little graves people fall into briefly and you ask yourself: "Do they see me or only themselves?" You need to be touched there with big love crumb eyes and hot fingers delicious, showing you your realness, no mirrors, no mist. She will lead you back into yourself so you can see you are real. You need a you that is touchable, exists. - Nichole Regan 

For the Wizard of OZ --------------------------- Paradoxes we are, lean into the ligh...