I wish that for a heart to open it didn’t have to crack open first. volvcanos can’t help but to erupt. Magma can’t contain itself. Explode with tears is all I can do as Iet the motions run through me. Grieving of what was, what’s could have been, crying for all that can be. My heart is opening. The tears it kept secret all these years are slowly been shed. night is a reminder of loneliness. Self created isolation. I should not be afraid to share and bond... I sleep alone, cuddling plushies. Unalaive objects is the only things someone starved from life can hold? I have learned to shallow and ignore. Yet my heart opens. Tectonic plates crush together changing my materiality for ever. Magma tears will fertilize my land as it always had. Trust in the process and time