And the bystanders, what of them?
They do not dictate my mind, much less my heart.
My heart is a wild thing, a beast caught in the cage of my ribs, and I would have it no other way.
I want to know. The nooks, the crannies, the widest plains- I want to walk them with you. Your beautiful mind needs a tour and I am more than happy to oblige. Put nothing in the dark, nothing behind the curtain. I am trustworthy, and I love you. I will cherish the joys and fears of your heart if you let me.