Bleed

It's not like she is a piece of flesh that will rot and fall off: she is a part of my spirit. My soul. My entire being. With her...I can be free from everything...expressing myself and releasing a power inside of me that I felt like had been locked up inside of me for so long. But it's free. I'm free. I'm as free as the wind passing through the trees and flowers and waters and through me. I'm as free as fire with the power to consume and fill and warm and take over things. I'm able to bleed...the blood can tell how I feel and what I think and (once again) express myself. I need to bleed before this world...I know I can do it if I believe. I'm only just beginning to bleed and the feeling is washing over me and people around me...strangely genuine...wow...I hope it lasts...