There are so many things squirming under the surface dying to be free.
Crawling across my skin and in between my teeth. I sew my jaw shut with promises of a better tomorrow.
Unfetter my heartache latched behind these gaurded smiles. Unfurl my longings to leave these chipping paint day dreams and customary salutations of decline.
I used to be an old rusted out rocket ship lost in space, weightless and unwieldy with nothing to guide me and nowhere to be.
Today I am plummeting to the unfathomable depths of the ocean, my heart heavy in my chest like a stone pulling me ever forward into the unknown.
Treasure buried alive in my own flesh and bones.