Scribble #91

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I think I'm one of those people who wear their heart under their sleeve, bulging and bloody and dripping and just as visible as a stain. As a vein. I don't think of it as a wound, just weak self-image and preservation. Open, honest, sensitive and carefree, but not quite there yet. The dripping has to stop, and the heart must be set free in order to heal.