Great Reads by Suki

  It scares me, being alone. Rather being lonely. I like to be surrounded by some sort of energy from other people and it's the needing that hurts. I like to promise myself that I am okay being alone, then it hits me I am not. Worse still, I have few people that I want to be around. I give them the power to use me, to treat me good, as long as they are available. I like to show up for them too. You know! Solitude! This is by far the most intimidating word for me. How exactly am I supposed to achieve this? How am I supposed to be comfortable with being an almost uninhabited space! Usually, it sounds to me like living somewhere in the backwoods, where it's mostly raining and cold and everything is sticky and ugly. That is solitude for me.  Lex likes to call negative solitude, anxiety. It makes sense, only because she makes sense alot of times. The whole endless loop, of seeking company, unnecessary company, to feel better. More or less, it's holding hands with anxiety and pat...

 If I was to mold a boy, from soil, water then mud and boom! A boy, I would build you baby. I would build you with your errant curls and little acnes on your cheeks. I would build you with that eyebrow scar that you like to hide so well. I would not at all reduce the number of times you blink when you see me. I would build you with your uneven dimples and not try to align them. Especially those that appear at the corners of your mouth when you smile. I would build you with your veiny long arms that you think are heavy. I would build you with the huge birthmark on your bum that you so wish was not there. I would not fix a thing. I would not change a thing. For those flaws you cannot stand, trust me they make you look closer, like you belong somewhere, like they are a signature stamp for some sort of authenticity! I like the way your height intimidates you. The way you feel wierd standing in a room full of people, and realize you are the tallest. I like your full shoulders, that take...