No. 153 Peeing From My Pussy

I just stand there to pee. Out in the open, where no one is around, I stand quietly. The wind brushes against my hair, and the hem of my skirt sways gently. All I can hear is the rustling of distant trees and the sound of my own breathing. A moment of doing nothing, as “me” rather than “I.” Just that alone feels like it’s unwinding my heart. I tried to think about something, but I stopped. Right now, I just want to feel myself being here. I’ll leave all my tension and anxiety to the wind. I don’t have to move, and I don’t have to say anything. Just being myself is surely enough. In this empty place, I face myself. The time I spend standing still is the quietest and the gentlest.