It's interesting how.
when you close your eyes.
everything is brighter and brighter and
brighter
i live in a shell of impenetrable glass and steel.
i call it a heart.
and in this shell, this prison.
i keep all my emotions.
in jars on shelves.
one for love,
one for hate,
one for envy,
one for compassion,
one for joy.
it's when i talk to you that they all crack open
and flow together.
i can't seem to focus then,
drowning in this puddle I've made.
