Blank.

The familiar fog, evidence of an existence, I know not what to do with.

A forced smile tugging on my lips, A demeanor unbiased and welcome to all.

A sinister heart. An aching, throbbing bundle of desires. Only it doesn’t yet know what it wants.

A guilty conscience, an endless sea of secrets hidden from the world.

Two eyes, begging to see.

A mouth restless to utter incoherent words.

And a chest heaving the repetitive chant of – I will. I will. I will.