Guide me to the inside of that beautiful mind
Do not be shy nor ashamed
Of the parts you cannot explain
Show me to your darkroom of things that have not yet been exposed
Let me admire each memory one by one as though it was my favorite work of art
Lead me to the scars that have rooted deep into your bones
Let me trace them tenderly with my lips and fingertips,
In hopes you feel something other than numb.
Surprise me with the displays of...