Vulnerability has always been my forte.
The tumbling, grappling hunt for emotional connection was always a thrill
The pot of gold at the end of the rainbow
I loved those moments
When all the bluff, bravado, smoke and mirrors fell away like chipped paint
and I could just see
The deeply buried truth of who you are

And then it just hit me at Grizzly Peak today
As I sat perched on a log looking
benevolently down at the massive urban sprawl masked by fog
Like a Greek god gazing down from the clouds
I need distance
Like a Monet or a pointillism painting
Some things are infinitely more beautiful from far away
I used to thrive on intimacy
Closeness was my comfort food
But I need to space myself
Separate
At least for now
It's probably a lie but
it goes down much sweeter now than pain