I am naked like a tree stripped in winter time, exposed like uncovered truths, profound as they emerge into the light, i am naked like a newborn, unexpectant to the world that awaits them. No clothes,no skin. Do they see my bleeding heart? I am naked like a soul without a vessel, despratley seeking a shell to retreat in. I am naked,my skin is thick and weathered, sometimes i lie upon a bed of nails, sometimes i drown in feathers. I stay naked, as others drape their bodys in fashion, i am naked,forever naked, so they cannot mistake my passion...