I looked deep inside of my heart today.
I heard it calling for me so I went to look into it.
I found a crowded space full with images, suspended.
Images of old friends long gone,
past hurts, still tender,
a string of names,
pages from books,
all pressed together – close like traffic.
And when my outside self would pass another soul, all of these inside parts would turn and consider that soul.
Adjusting their spaces to make room for the possibility of one more.
An ensemble of images set to a pulse.
Clumped together into an odd shape that resembled my face.