Through my words I attempt to create a representation of my inner world, but mere words teeter on the surface of a deeper conflicted anguish. Sometimes I find it difficult to feel the rays from the Sun kissing my skin, carassing, despite me wanting to wrap my legs around each individual glimmering hope. I'd like to be consumed. Utterly. Obliterating. Salt crystals give birth to one another until the growing pool is all suffocating. The Sun. I need to experience the sun. Under my skin. I want the glow underneath this skin. And when I open my mouth nothing but a pure inner light will shine.