What’s the Clothing for a Soul?

Sometimes, life away from home strips you down to your truest self. This piece was written on one of those days , when every layer I thought I had was missing, and I realized how hard it is to find clothing for a soul.

We all wear something, smiles, silence. But some days, none of it fits.

Maybe I do know what's going on. Or maybe I don't. Either way, it doesn't feel right.

How I am comes out every time. I can't hide myself. Or, to say it better, I can't hide who I am.

Am I really that naked?

I wonder how people reach my soul, only to reject it.

What is the clothing for a soul?

How do people hide so much inside themselves?

"You smile too much," that's what bothers them.

What's something that bothers you?

Say it to me.

If you feel lighter after saying it, you'll know I get you.

Because I can't hide either. And somehow, you get me naked every time.

What's the clothing for a heart?

You say too much in too little. You analyze too much.

Your complexity, I can't fully grasp it.

Your ambiguity, every day you are different, a completely new human.

I love the way you change, because change is what makes you, you.

Rising yourself, wanting me to rise with you.

You want me to get better too.

But …

I resist change.

It's not easy for me.

Because I can't hide.

People would notice. They'd ask me about you.

And I wouldn't have an answer.

Because I'm naked.

What's the clothing for a feeling?

What's the clothing for an emotion?

A soul?

I don't have answers. Just feelings that didn't know where else to go.

Maybe that's what this piece is.

Just me, trying to find something to cover the parts that feel too exposed.

If it made you feel seen, even a little, then maybe that's enough.