Filled to the brim

That’s the mood of me today, maybe even the feel of me. I feel swollen with emotions – varying in shapes and sizes, all cramped together inside of me, not quite fitting together to the tee. The blank spaces within breathing, heaving with hope and desire to be free of the burden of these crumpled, laden emotions. I feel bloated with the humid dreams that come crashing to me the moment I shut my heavy, sleep filled eyelids on my moist, sweaty eyes. The excessive feels flow out of my pores soaking me wet, creasing my soul, crumpling my skin. The tears, they don’t stop. I want to plug all outlets. To stop it all from draining out of me onto the arterial pathways that lead away from me, my heart. I want to chew on them, ingest them all…and grow heavier with their wisdom and strength inside of me. And then, I want you to know about all of the inmates of my being.. I want you to know and recognize them.. I want for them to flow into you from my touch of you, from my gaze of you and from all of my spacious silences. And then, maybe someday, we shall co-exist.