Something simple
What if I sliced my heart open and all my untold, unknown, unrose, gut knife stabbing blood dripping, dead feelings came out, disgusting right? but what I feel isn't walking dead, it's alive, opened wide, no ribbon, wrapping paper decorated outside, moves like little critters every time the bottom of a shoe is about to make a step, it scatters into pieces, emotions flowing going in different spaces, getting stuck in my face and hiding expression can't bare to move, I am, moving I been, mentally, my identity I found, took a long time traveling in the insides in the creek, curving mazes in my brain, still compassing my way through my head, not there yet the destination where my soul and my heart can attach,clasp onto each other like when soul mates meet that's when I know I no longer need to find, me...